"I don't -" Hic! "- know. I don't know, okay? I don't... I don't deserve it, I don't deserve any of your kindness, I'm a failure and an awful person and... and... and..." He trails off, curling into a ball and holding his arm. There's a mark that's definitely going to bruise later peeking through his fingers. "I don't... I'm a mistake... I'm sorry..."

He's not sure why he's saying these things or why he's suddenly so afraid. Everything feels wrong. "... And... and you're... I'm bad luck to everyone around me. I just don't want you to get hurt... you're so kind and gentle and you don't... deserve anything bad happening to you..."