The fox closed his eyes, turning his head away slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. A nightmare."<br/><br/>He shuddered. "I never killed anyone, anything before today. The fact that I had to, to save myself, and others, makes no difference. They're dead because of me, or because I planned it. How do soldiers, and other guys who kill for a living, ignore the deaths they're responsible for." His eyes opened, and he looked right at her, eyes widening. "And is the cure worse than the disease?"<br/><br/>He looked away. "Then there's the collateral deaths. The ones I didn't plan, would have stopped if I could, but they happened because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." He gulped, and the next words came out hard and choked. "Like your..."<br/><br/>May's low light vision could distinguish the highlights from the wetness on the sides of his muzzle. "I'm sorry! Gods only know how sorry I am! It was like some action vid! The hero is captured, escapes and heads off to complete his mission, complete with damsel..."<br/><br/>His mood broke for a moment as he added. "... not that you'd be anybody's poster child for a damsel in a dress, you'd do better as the action hero of the piece than me."<br/><br/>He sniffed. "I was even having fun, so sure I could resolve everything without anyone getting hurt... And then those tanks turned up!" He looked right at her and anyone with a shred of empathy would feel for the expression of sorrow on his face. "How can you even stand to be near me, let alone..."<br/><br/>He pulled away fully, turning over until her was curled up against the wall in a near fetal position.