At least he could recognise that he'd done wrong. Marcie softened a little, but still felt concerned about him. He was curled up like a fist, unwilling to let anybody close, and lashing out at anyone who tried.
"When I was... taking care of Tragos," she said, looking down at her hands, "I promised him that I would take care of you. I thought bringing you here might change things, give you a break from the city and everything, but... I can see you're not happy here. You're not happy with me-" She stopped, glancing upwards, blinking back tears. "I'm sorry for not trying harder. I should've- oh. Gods. I'm sorry what I did upset you. I just want you to tell me what would help you. You stole your friend's car, Kaden, you need help, but I can't if you won't let me. I know you miss him. I miss him too, everyday, I promise I do..." She wiped the corner of her eye on her sleeve, and looked up at Kaden, trying to catch his eye. "Please talk to me, dammit!"