[He still doesn't exactly want to say why he got so upset with her, but after the way he spoke to her he owes her some kind of explanation.]

I suppose I panicked when you asked what I thought we should do. I know what you meant, of course, but...

[He keeps his gaze focused on a half opened crate on the other side of the room, its contents having been recently rummaged through.

He gives a frustrated sigh. He just doesn't know how to say it.]

In the past...I have seen my captivity as something inevitable. Something not worth fighting. Even after escape, when my master found me, I just accepted that the fantasy of freedom was over.

It is...shamefully easy for me to fall back into that thought, even for as long as I've been free. Especially when I find myself in this predicament.

[He lowers his hands onto his lap and finally looks over at her apologetically.]

I should not have taken that out on you. I am shamed in how I acted.