[In typical fashion, he turns away, unable to stand her looking at him. He'd melt into the wall if he could.]

I didn't want help. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted-- I wanted to stay in that place.

[Spoken in past tense. Bhujerba is forever out of his grasp now. But not just that. I didn't want help was also past tense.]

I don't-- [He swallows, words getting caught in his throat. Swallowing down emotion that he doesn't want sneaking out.] I don't understand. I can't understand why me being here matters at all to any of you.