[The first thing he had done in the palace was check his neck as well, but there's no wound there, maybe just a scar - not that he can see it to tell. He hasn't exactly been in front of a mirror since he got here. The Will just closes a hand over hers, the one going for his neck.]

No, it wasn't- [He sighs, runs a hand over his head.] It wasn't her fault, okay? We all ate the food on this planet we crashed on. Hallucinated, tripped fucking balls. It was trying to get us to stay and become part of the ecosystem or what the fuck ever. Sophie got up behind me with a knife. It wasn't her fault.

[He doesn't remember much besides pain, but he does remember trying to tell her that - that it wasn't her fault. That he didn't blame her.]