Deservedly so; it was my fault. And with my body and my knowledge, our enemies were led directly to our hidden base of operations. They had no chance.

[He kicks lightly; a smattering of balls go soaring into the air.]

I've a comrade who has also been through similar circumstances. Overshadowed by a malevolent influence, his body taken and used for evil ends. And one of the things he and I are in agreement on is that we both deserved death as the consequence of our actions. That it was the correct outcome.

The fact that you think it wasn't, that you're outraged by the very thought, is a mark of heroism. Because that's what the heroic do: they reject the notion that they can't save everyone.