Jack wasn't going for sympathy. He didn't care how Sam felt, he cared how Kira felt. He wanted to fix it and would do anything too. Honestly he didn't see a way. He spent the past several slow ticking hours trying to think of a way to make things better by himself. Fix what he'd ruined. He was drawing a blank but it was his problem. He was the bad guy here. He'd turned into everything he hated and swore he'd never become.
Finally he stood cellphone and blaster left on the ground, but he refused to let Sam stand there and scold him like a child. "I don't have an excuse it just..happened so fast. Like I couldn't do anything else. I couldn't even think of doing anything else. One second we were sparring and the next..I..had her pinned and then..." He shook his head and frowned as his voice faded off.
"I fucked up. I don't know if I can fix it...I want to, I even tried to go after her. I couldn't. " He paused and his eyes slid away for a moment. " She deserves so much better than this. She's never looked at me like that." He was afraid to see that look again, it broke something inside him.