Each step hurts. He should have expected that much, at least. He's had fully armored Templars tackle him before. But the physical pain is the least of his worries right now as they head down the hill, as he works to ignore any words from the gathered crowd because he can't afford to slip up again. His control needs to be perfect.

"I..." It's about halfway there when he tries to talk, more because silence is harder than anything else. "I was wrong."