Cade scowls, because... yes, that's pretty much exactly it. An echo chamber of admonition, an obsession with it. A need. Because if there isn't that, it means he's been doing the right thing all along, and the universe has been punishing him unfairly, and that hurts too much to consider.

He tries to open his eyes, but one can only go so far, nearly swollen shut; the other keeps compulsively closing again, repelled by the sun. He ducks his head again, furious with... maybe her, maybe himself, maybe just everything.