[Katsuki listens, but any sympathy he feels is blocked by just how.. frustrated he was. How tired he was. How much pain he was in. She's still going on about her past, and he frankly doesn't even remember her name enough for him to consider taking all of this baggage onto his shoulders.]

What do you want from me? Do you want me to thank you for being sooo strong and willing to protect me, when I never asked? Do you want me to tell you that you're a Hero just like me and that you're absolved of everything you've ever done?

I'm not a priest! I'm not someone for you to confess your sins to! I just asked three goddamn questions on the internet!