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_{[He feels embarrassed, for a number of reasons, but the main one is that he knows she's feeling sorry for him right now. Alarm is evident on her face (or what he can see of it, from the way he's angled his gaze) and it cuts into him far worse than the throwing knife had. The hand to his chest has him flinching, but he allows her to touch him.

He feels...defeated. Ugly. This is the past he wants to so badly leave behind.]}

They're old. They don't hurt so...you don't have to worry about them.