His shoulders hunch, pulling in on himself. The Ringmaster is a good person, he knows it. Even if he can't understand, even if he's unhappy, she's trying. What went wrong wasn't her fault, and she's trying to press on.

"I'm sorry," he croaks. "I can't."

He can't figure out how to move forward. He can't figure out how to be happy here, or how to grow stronger, or to live like she wants, like everyone else seems to. He just can't.