[ The tension rising in him is easy enough to spot, the rigid set of his shoulders betraying the coil of muscle, the intent to move and do so with force and speed.

He doesn't budge. And when Hellboy finally seems to relent, Anduin nods quietly, feeling a painful twist in his chest for what he can see playing out across the man's face. ]

...I know what it is to be made to hurt people, how difficult it is standing on that side of things. A prisoner inside your own body while it acts in ways you would never...

[ He pauses, before recollecting himself. ]

I remember the guilt. The shame and the horror of it. And if you are angry with me for allowing it to happen as it did, I can understand that.