"Anya..." James crept forward, shutting the office door behind him, leaving the heavily bleeding man inside. He felt the weight of shame start to bear down on his shoulders. He'd acted in the moment; a different attack could have subdued the attacker.
No, he decided. He'd just have to play through.

"Anya, c'mere." James knelt down, and drew the girl into a hug.
"I'm sorry."