Some of the red receded from his eyes, going back towards a dull bronze as the words seeped in, took root in his mind, in his heart. He struggled, slipping and pulled himself out of the tub, slipped, and fell hard on his side onto the tile, which cracked under him. He hardly felt it. "I... do not know how to protect..." He admitted mentally. He pushed himself into a sitting position, staring out bleakly. It was an improvement over how he had been minutes before.