Sun Mote Copse Jimmy goes to space.

It troubled him that something that had taken so little effort for him to do had caused Towhee to have the wind knocked out of her. He knew that feeling, and he hated it, and now hated himself for having put her through that. Downtrodden, the mercenary-in-training realized, and not for the first time, that while he could spar for fun, and toss his weight around to bully the other yearlings, he simply couldn't follow through, and inflict pain intentionally. He remembered the day he'd fought another yearling in order to rescue Sugar Glider- and the thought that he could have potentially killed the guy still made him feel slightly sick to his stomach. 

He sat up slowly when Towhee reassured him, and asked about the state of his skull, but he was still somewhat withered- and not by the blow to his head. -My head's fine.- He said, and frowned. -Towhee...I like sparring, and being a guardian but...Whenever I hurt someone, like...Actually hurt them, it makes me feel sick. Does that...Ever go away?- He asked.