Miniver crosses his arms nervously to still his fidgeting hands and continues leaning against the door as if propping it up against an army. In a way, maybe he almost was. It's the only way to be sure he's not going to walk out of it.
"I don't understand. I have never been someone worthy of admiration. I am less confident than you. I am never strong. Even now--" He glances from his feet to Skwisgaar and away again, smiling sheepishly. "Even now I want to cry. I want to know... if you loved me, why have we always fought one another so hard? I cannot remember who started it anymore."