Clint shook his head and writhed a little while Hel healed his injuries, it hurt, feeling the skin burn and try and stretch back together, well....no one said healing wouldn't hurt. No pain, no gain after all. "I don't know Hel. Maybe...maybe I don't belong here. Almost everyone I meet...I end up on their bad side despite my efforts to try and keep the peace." he explained and pulled away from her hand, "I need to think."