He paused, hand stilling as Caleb began to cry. He's not great at emotion, his own or other peoples. Once he had been someone who could cry easily, in pain, sorrow and relief.

But tears have long dried up. People crying because of him, that is not new either but this is a lot more personal, more intimate than battle, than seeing the grief of those left behind by his actions. Guilt churns in him and he feels sick, though he knows there is no way out of this, no way to not have to hurt Caleb further.

He gives him a moment, hand moving to his shoulder, surprisingly gentle. "I can give you a few moments, or I can press on to have it finished sooner, which would you prefer?"