[He is upset, yes—largely because this world has taken away their choice in the matter. But the shame should be Barok's alone in his mind, and the brief squeeze of his clawed grip is meant as an attempt to comfort both of them, rather than an expression of displeasure.]

It was only a matter of time. [In a quieter voice, he adds:] Pray forgive my hesitation.

[Rather than dwell in his misery as he's so accustomed to, though, he drags his gaze towards another jar.]

We should retrieve the others... when you believe you're ready.