[Eyebrows cinch together, and Connor briefly looks away at the attempted application of a compliment coming his way. Normally, he appreciates the praise, practically hungry for the stuff, perfectionist that he is -- but in this case, it feels wrong to have earned it when someone is coming away injured. When he feels as if the fault is partly his own.]

I was only doing what's necessary to ensure the safety of my fellow Circle members. And my friends... you included, of course.