[He feels he should apologize, most likely repeatedly. Gaius is so young, it must hurt. He's watching the man, trying to figure out what to say, what might help. His gaze is intense but at least the sunglasses conceal the intensity of it.]

I can't say for sure what you're thinking, but I think I have an idea, and you're not.

[He takes a deep breath before he continues, as much conviction in his voice as gentleness.]

You're not a bad person, not a monster. It takes a special kind of person to dedicate themselves to the church, to helping others even at constant risk to their own life. I can't be the one to absolve you or forgive you for mistakes made from ignorance, but I'm certain you've done a lot more good than harm.

Whatever you have to come to terms with... I can't say it's not important that you do, that there's any easy way to reconcile it, or that you shouldn't reflect on things, but I don't think you should dismiss that you've been trying to help people, even if your view was limited. Just now even, you were more concerned with what I could have done to the villagers, people who hurt you, than with your own safety.