His relief from her letting go of his hand is immediately removed as soon as she stares at him with those pleading eyes again. Tearing his own off her, he immediately begins to first slightly push his hand against the door, testing the hold, before ramming his entire massive armored frame against it, resulting in the door opening inwards under his weight, making him fall face-first onto the stone-floor, his arms, quickly brought up to steady him in an inborn reflex, giving in under the pure weight of his mammoth size combined with his armor.<br/><br/>It was painful, but in a way, that pain bore some release, he realized. At least he did not have to look into her eyes, those damn pleading eyes that made him hate himself so much again!<br/><br/>Realizing, however, that his life, and thus his purpose, still stood, he slowly attempted to rise again, a titanic effort with his size that his exhaustion could barely hope to manage.