[He sighs, looking down at the girl. Part of him wants to drive her away, before he messes up her life too, but he also can't help but talk a little, while he pretends to look through items on the shelf.]

I was mad. Really mad. The one time I tried to be the good guy, really tried, and now I'm pretty sure I failed. So I did what came naturally to me: I came, I saw, I wrecked. It's what I do. I'm just used to there always being someone to clean up my messes, I guess.