Fuck.

[where does he start. can't exactly curse himself out for being an impulsive asshole. but he kind of feels like one (hah, the joke is that he always feels like one.)]

Look...

[he's sorry? is he sorry? is he capable of being truly sorry for a god damned thing he does? he's not sure-- just that every panic button is pressed, and he's going to overreact because he doesn't know what to stop himself.]

I shouldn't have done that. It-- was the wrong impression. We're just rivals, you've got Shrike and D.Va.