If Harry could remember how to flinch, he would have. Eggsy's words cut deeper than any knife or lashing whip. He understood the boy's pain, though to put himself in Eggsy's shoes would take him decades into the past. In his many years of service he had seen too many of their people fall, and each name and face was burned into his mind like a brand.

Looking at the boy with his bright eyes, white knuckles and crisp suit was like gazing through a mirror and seeing himself thirty years younger... or the offspring he had never had, and certainly didn't deserve- Eggsy's real father among those he had lost.

His brow fretted and creased, lower lip worried between his teeth as Harry the man and Harry the Kingsman sat astride either shoulder and fought inside of his head.

"I would never abandon you, or the Kingsmen." His fingers fisted against his thigh, "That is what I know to be true. How I got here, and we're speaking at this moment? That is something I don't know."

He forced himself to be half the man Eggsy thought him to be and looked at the boy again, and this time he allowed him to see the wetness of his eyes and the sincerity in them.

There was a time and place for reservation and now was not it.

"I'm sorry. I failed you all."