"No." Soldat still isn't really into the eye contact thing, but he fixes Fjord's cheekbone with a solid glare. "No apologizing. I fucked up. Should've swapped to knives before it was too late, should've jumped out of that tree before it could hit you. I was protecting you and I failed." They transfer their glower to the coffee. "I'm a goddamn murder machine, I should be better than that."