[ There's an involuntarily flinch as she points out his own words against him. Is half expecting her to go now, isn't sure if he should be relieved or upset at the thought. But through his peripheral vision he sees her approach. Stop. Sit, make herself comfortable, and he looks up at her for real with eyes a little wide in surprise. ]

I don't want to hurt people. And it feels like that's all I'm doing lately. [ He's been able to get the blood off of himself by now, so when he spreads his hands helplessly, it's not like there's anything actually on them. ] I wanted to help, to complete the mission, to save lives. But if I can't even do that, then why am I here?

[ It could be just about this. Or maybe it's more existential... either or. ]