[Holds him close, clinging still, but maybe lessening his hold slightly, just enough to rub his back lightly, trying to soothe him at the same time as trying to calm himself down]
I don't resent you. Not for a single moment. [...] [Presses a hand to his eyes, wiping away the tears again and breathing out sharply] Charon made his choice. He became a traitor and he-- he would have killed everyone. Me. Flea. All those people... And I tried to show mercy and he would have stabbed me in the back, anyway. [...] But I guess I did that to both of them, first.