No—!

[ It's an instant and strong exclamation as his gripped shoulders shake, one filled with so much vexation as he hangs his head, just doing his best to hide his face. He hasn't cried since he was a child, so he's feeling even extra vulnerable. He wants to go back and bottle this back up, just brush off Sena's prickly needle-like words, but this is going too far. His family has already shrugged off whatever small injury they gained from monsters earlier this month, so this does not help at all.

He doesn't sound sad, not hurt at all. Instead, his words are painted with pedantic rage. ]

If I was focused, I wouldn't have shot that arrow. If I took care of myself better, it would have even been easier...! If I managed my time, If I got more sleep—you must have been through so much that you're trying to brush it off. It pisses me off so fucking much, but if I... [ His voice finally settles, volume considerably falling as his voice sounds pained, finally dropping the fury. ] wasn't this mentally weak, I could be supporting you right now instead.

[ Sniffling, it's becoming even more difficult to talk. Maybe that's for the better, but he finally calms down to say a little more. ]

I'm even making this about me. I'm sorry.

[ In the end, spilling all of that doesn't make him feel better. He's even shaking more like a frightened animal, barely keeping himself together. ]