Seth gives a curt nod of affirmation, staring at the floor, elbows leaning on his knees. It's not just Daniel's disappointment that's hurting him - it's his own. Because he was trying. He was trying to be a force for good, not just scraping by while taking advantage of whoever happened to cross his path. A pointless struggle, it seems. He's simply not a good person.

"I was --" he starts suddenly, picking up in the middle of his thought process. "I was trying to be better. I was trying to be worthy of you."

He regrets saying it almost immediately. But he's losing whatever little emotional restraint he has left, his chest clenching up again. Like there's a boulder resting on his lungs and heart.

"And then you, you were gone, and. What was the point in trying to kid myself?"