His hands hesitate for a moment, an unintentional Morse code of emotional turmoil.

"No." He agrees, finally, his hands resuming their duty, picking up their surety once again. "I deserve punishment worse than this."

On that, at least, he agrees whole-heartedly.

"I have some pain-killers here, but they're... well, they're very strong. I wouldn't recommend taking them unless it's truly unbearable." They're effective, he knows that much, but he's seen a few too many soldiers become unable to stop taking them to be entirely comfortable with their use.