John felt even worse as he heard his daughter awaken and then embrace him in such a way. She was blaming herself and that was not what he wanted. It was his fault not hers. He had been too hard on her. He had been the one who had made her yell at him. In the end it was his fault yet it was her that was blaming herself for everything. John hung his head low as he listened to his daughter cry and attempt to take responsibility for his actions, going so far as to say that she was going to be making up for it. There was nothing in his mind for her to make up for. John had been the one that screwed up, not her.<br/><br/>His rough calloused hand touched upon one of hers that was along his body trying to make him feel her emotion in the embrace. John could feel this through the touch of her hand that this was what she intended but to him that was the problem. Her intentions were all there and were quite good but it was that they were misplaced. John had no idea how to address it or how to make her understand how horrible he felt for making her believe that she had done something wrong.<br/><br/>"Clara, you are not the one that should be sorry. It is all my fault. I am not doing well with all of this and I am sorry, so very sorry." His face looked down to the floor and anyone who could see could tell that this was a man that was saddened, a far cry from the one that had been there just a few hours ago with a little bit of power in his walk and that look of sheer serious confidence that he typically had. John made no attempt to break her embrace, but he did not move either. He just stood there with her holding him like that with her trying to tend to a wound that was more self-inflicted than anything else.