"I know," he said miserably. The knowing didn't change anything and it sure didn't stop him blaming himself. Sure, it could've happened to anyone, but not everyone could kill a person with a punch. He was a living weapon, and he shouldn't have let himself be compromised in the first place. Something had gone wrong beforehand, ruined his focus, and he was sure it had to do with the woman. Though he didn't doubt that he would've taken a back full of stingers if he had to do it over again if it meant protecting the kid. The whole attack was confused in his brain and it frustrated him, but he had to remind himself that brooding wasn't helping.
Sighing, he sat back and shot Colleen a sidelong look, reaching over to take her hand. He could at least appreciate that she was trying to make him feel better, and that she didn't see him the way he was seeing himself right now. "Any news on the Ricadonna thing?" he asked both to change the subject and give himself something more productive to do than feel sorry for himself.