"I took people's souls!" Flynn's voice rises, both in volume and intensity. It's sharp and unpleasant; at the same time it's interrupting, shutting down when Peter tries to lay out how he must feel. Flynn doesn't want to hear how he must feel, he can't deal with hearing how he must feel, can't deal with the understanding. "I used knowledge to take peoples souls! Me! The Librarian!"

He's shouting now, and it's anguished, something deeply hurt underneath that's threatening to break through. But in the end it doesn't, not quite, and instead he sinks back, sitting down on the toilet and pressing his knuckles to his face.

"I-- hurt you. I didn't... I don't want to hurt you again."