[He's actually broken lots of sweats, exercising, learning to fight, were pretty much the only disciplines he had any talent for. But he'd learned the hard way that he wouldn't do himself any favors by trying to assert his toughness.]

I'm sorry...

[That slipped out, and he winces, abruptly rushing forward to fill the gap before it turned into someone yelling at him about his apologies weren't going to bring back anyone.]

I know! Sorry, no one cares if I'm sorry. I just...

[His gaze slides away, tracking along the smooth face of the wall.]

I'm just want to do something.