[ Oh. Gosh, face-touching. If he weren't feeling so awful, he would probably think to blush and pull away. But as it is he only looks alarmed for a second or two before it sinks back into disheartened. ]

Forgive me, it is only... difficult. [ He takes a breath, closes his eyes. ] We have fought for too long now, to protect a child. To prove to others that he can be peaceably stopped, and he is only— terrified, not in control of himself. Today, I am afraid we have been proven wrong.