None of what you gave me was forced on me, so it's not me who should say I'm sorry.
Intention: He closed his eyes and shook his head, "You don't know, I... Owe her." The blood in his bones was boiling, and his soul was trembling, but he could only say this. He was reluctant to touch the person he was so happy with on the tip of his heart, for fear that she would not let her go, and for fear that she would let her go. He would pester and love her, waiting for the blood to slowly subside, cool down, and let go before he dared to let go. He flattened his pride and trampled it to pieces before he was willing to let him go.
