He looked down and his hand and put it behind his back, as if that would help. “I am... I cut myself...” Pavel said, furrowing his brow. Technically he’d cut himself weeks prior but hadn’t let his hands heal. Either reopening the cuts through sparing or moments of anger or frustration. “I should go... so you are not more sick.” He took a few steps back. Pavel was wondering if he could do anything right. As he clenched his fists hard behind his back he felt the pain from his knuckles shoot through his arms. It didn’t hurt anymore. Or it did, but he didn’t react to it. “Again, I am sorry.”