Guilt.

It was a familiar feeling. Yet, he couldn't place it when the last time he felt it was.

His past? Maybe, he refused to recall much.

Though, standing before this demon hunter who held their blade to him with a glare filled with so much anger. He couldn't move, almost.

He couldn't help but feel... shame? Pity? For being the reason for a woman's tears. Something he never wanted.

What had he done to you to elicit this hatred? He had never met you yet he felt responsible.

"I'm sorry."