Namor hated showing any form of weakness. He wasn't supposed to be weak. He was a king! He was a strong leader! He had to be...

Even when he's completely covered in bandages, scars littering his body, he had to be strong. Even with tears welling up in his eyes, he had to be strong. Letting them fall was weak. He couldn't cry because to cry was to be weak and to be weak was to let down his people and he couldn't do that.

But when you walk in, the dam of his tears breaks. They stream down his face like a waterfall and he can't keep it contained anymore. "I'm weak!" He cries and slams his hand into the ground next to him. "I can't do this! I'm weak! I can't-" he breaks into sobs and hides his face in his hands.