He's probably so mad at me right now. I never have been able to make the grade.
"You always were a disappointment to me"
The anger and frustration is pushed back into a sort of dull ache, a feeling of painful exhaustion.

I was never cut out to be an adventurer. I should have been... a lumberjack.

He uncurls slightly and gets up, feeling very tired and a bit shaky. He decides to sit on the edge of the bed and compose himself for a moment; then he'll go back in and apologise.