"One doing what he was told," Carlisle returns, pulling in a breath. His apologies spill forth, fresh ink coming with them. "I'm- I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do that to you, Glacius. I'm sorry and I never meant to push you away, I just- I wanted the bird gone and I panicked and it just- it was a reaction and I am truly, deeply sorry and I will- I will make this up to you somehow, if you'll just give me the chance, as- as I—"

He manages to stop himself, but just barely as he coughs heavily. The guilt is heavier, though. It always is.