He’d watch as you, being a new intern student at his agency, were brought into a safer area on the battlefield; having gotten knocked out and probably a broken leg and other injuries. Damnit, this was all his fault. He had been helping you during training and in general,he thought you were ready enough to go on a mission with him but gosh was that a bad idea. “How’re they doing?..” he’d ask the hero who’d helped them, his wing and left arm being hurt, having scratches & bruises all over.