[He sucks in a quiet breath at the touch, but doesn't flinch away-- after a moment, he even manages a tentative squeeze of his hand back, not wanting to let go for a single moment.]
Yeah. [... maybe you didn't actually fall to your death for no good reason, after all.] I-- I... something must have.
Lance was-- from a time after us. I didn't... Maybe I didn't kill them. [Maybe he failed there, too. Please. Please let him have failed.]
I've-- I've hurt so many people, Keith. [His voice goes wobbly again, although there's an attempt to hold himself back, his hold tightening on Keith's hand.] I'm... I'm tired of being made into a weapon. A monster.
[First the arena, now this. This is so much worse. He'd rather be stuck in the arena for a hundred years than ever try to hurt Keith.]