[Slowly, he looks up to meet Stahn's gaze once he places that hand on his arm, and though he looks unconvinced, there's no denying that Stahn's words do have some effect. Judas hesitates then, searching Stahn's gaze, but... of course, he's being entirely sincere.

It's Stahn.

That's what he does. He wouldn't lie to him.

And to think that he had that sort of effect on Stahn is honestly kind of mindboggling. He's quiet for a long moment, trying to find words, before finally, he sighs, shaking his head slightly.]

... If I could be that for you, then I am glad. [If he could be some sort of light in the dark--he's glad, because Stahn was always that for him. Eternally, and even now, he still is.]

But even so... don't call me a hero. [Because even so, it's hard for him to stomach and swallow.] I know how you feel about what I've done. And I know that you won't be changing your mind on that. But I can't either.

[And he still doesn't think he deserves to be considered a hero.]