His head bows even more, cheeks coloring with shame, "I never really blamed you. I-I'm not even sure what was going on. Something in me snapped. It was so angry. It hated so much. I've never felt that way before. It scares me to think myself capable of feeling such horrible things."

Lancer looks up at her, a pleading look in his eyes, "Please believe when I say I didn't mean those things! I couldn't control myself. It was like something else was using my voice and yet I know it was me because sometimes I still feel it. Here." He folds his hand over the spot where his spear had pierced his heart, "It's small, but it's still there. That flame of hatred, anger...and pain."