He's so sore all over that Cade can't believe he still flinches at Wren's contact with the welts on his back, but there it is. Such a big man getting himself all roughed up.
He tries not to hiss, gritting his teeth and waiting until it passes before he answers. "Bad choices," he mutters, "...bad thoughts." He grimaces, either from the pain or the conversation. "Wrongness. Stupid mistakes." Otherwise known as most of his life, at least as he sees it.