[He's so tired it doesn't even raise his hackles.]

It's not. Look-- in case you didn't notice, I'm awful at this whole helping thing. I've been trying it since we met in that bar and I have no idea what I'm doing.

[He reaches up to press his fingers against the back of his neck, digging against the muscle there. Admitting weakness. Seems like that's all he's been doing lately.]

I'm not quitting. I'm going to go back and I'm going to fix the mess I made, and I don't care what it takes. [what it costs.] Thing is, whatever happens, I'm going to have to do it alone.