Harrowheart's expression runs the full gamut of emotions as she reacts to what he said: shock, grief, guilt, frustration. The clattering of the spoon startles him, but he quickly regains his composure. He opens his mouth a few times to defend himself, but each time forces himself to keep quiet while she vents – difficult though it is.

When there's silence between them he sighs through his nose. He begins to shake his head as he presses his lips together.

"No," he says quietly. "No, you're right. You're right, and... I'm bein' a jackass. I came in here treatin' your problems like some kinda fuckin' story that's supposed to have a happy endin', not like it's your life. Just... Don't listen to me, Adia. You just do what you gotta do."

He stands from where he had been crouching and looks down at Adia with a final sigh of regret.

"I'll leave you alone to do it. And... I hope it works out for you, whatever it is you choose to do."