[ He watches his words hit her with very little surprise of his own. Despite her faith in him when he first brought up the subject of violence, Anya is too tender at heart to be happy with another person's pain, whatever they may have done to deserve it. ]

He took Aki's home from her, and tried to take more. She could've died, Anya. It's my fault he ever walked away with a grudge against her, so it's my responsibility to make sure he can never take anything from her again.

[ He speaks in present tense. As far as he's concerned, he isn't done yet. He never planned on being satisfied with a pair of hands.

Clearly, he's upsetting Anya. But he is resolute, gaze unwavering despite the softness that touches his heart when he looks into Anya's eyes. He said once that he didn't want to fight people anymore, but here he is now, still trying to solve his problems with force. Is it the warrior god in him? Or is it just him?

He is resolute, but it doesn't mean he's immune to Anya's sadness. He reaches a hand through the bars, taking hers with it, and brings it to her cheek. He can't hug her, so this is the best he can do. ]

I'll find a way to keep up with work. Don't let me slow you down, Anya.

[ He means production work, of course. There's plenty that can be done with a phone and internet access. He's certain he can manage that much. ]