Well, he tried. There was only so much he could do as far as retaliation against magic and monsters after all. Panting and sweating heavily, he could feel that fatigue creeping up on him and from his knees he started sliding to the ground, Heero's words just making him want to curl up into himself.

The one thing he realized just then is that he'd been such a self centered bastard all this time, especially towards Heero. Barely giving a shit this way or that, not even bothering to get up half the time. And as far as how other people felt? Did he even care? He raised his hands to his face and cringed, not quite sure how to feel about any of this.

But in a weird damned morbid sense, he felt justified in his behavior. Here he was half dead laying in a magic circle unable to fight back. There wasn't anything he could do."