He was silent, just watching her, and because she was blind he didn't have to try to hide his emotions. It was clear on his face how distraught he was about everything that happened, and how he was sure she would react. She was so gentle and kind, and what he'd done was reprehensible to even those used to having to kill to survive.

When she finally moved to hug him he returned it, breathing shakily and leaning his head against hers, hugging her more tightly than usual. That she was hugging him was reassuring, but she wasn't speaking, and that was not; he knew it was because she didn't have anything she could say.

His fingers tightened against he back and then he forced himself to relax his grip a bit, not wanting to hurt her. "I'm sorry." He finally murmured, before he could even think about what he was saying. "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can ever do to fix any of this. I didn't want..." He didn't want her to have to bear any of this with him, or feel like she had to try to comfort him for the things he brought on himself.

He wished, not for the first time, that he'd never regained his memory at all.