You're not beneath me, that wasn't what I said, I-- He mentally flailed and tried to backpedal. It was hard to have, no... It was hard to show respect for him right now, but pity was not what he felt for Hermann. They were equals and Hermann had long since cemented Newt's sincere respect. He hated him for it. It would be so much easier if he didn't actually respect his mind, his thoughts, his feelings. Newt wished he knew how to give up, too.

The guilt was twofold, but Newt's lingered longer before being replaced with anger

"Noble self-sacrifice?!?! Ha! That's rich coming from you, Hermann." He stepped up to an imaginary line between them, standing straight and tall to claim whatever inches he could in height. "You'd have liked me to run, huh? Well, suck it! Maybe I stuck around just to be a nuisance. Apparently that's my job."