Harry simply swiping the energy out of the air made Kvothe take a deep breath, and once again assess the sheer power of this man before him. His anger faded, leaving nothing but a dull ache, a sense of betrayal, and an emotional pain as if someone had torn a thin band-aid off of a barely healed wound. Or a completely unhealed wound.
"Who was the girl?" he asked. "Dark haired. Pretty." He felt he had the right to ask questions, after all. He'd just laid his own soul bare.
He crouched, looking down at the ground with his hands on his knees, as if he was struggling not to weep. He couldn't block this pain with the Heart of Stone. He'd tried before, and failed.
"Fine. So you know I'm telling you the truth. Why won't you teach me?"