He opens his arms without hesitation, holding Damian as his stomach twists in a pained knot. Damn, does Egypt feel awful for making him cry. If he had known right off the bat the kid sneaking into his room was Razem and not Wayne, he wouldn't have gotten mad. Still startled and flailing, but not mad. Had he known back at the training center just who saved his ass, maybe Egypt's words would have been different then, too.

Egypt's trying to remember how his own mother used to console him when he was upset. The memories are fuzzy at best, difficult to grasp at; it's been too long. A hand at Damian's back, quiet words of comfort at his ear.

He's immediately shaking his head, but reconsiders since it's pretty dark, giving a simple, murmured, "No." Hate Damian? Why would the child even think that? Egypt might be shocked at the revelation... and probably upset with the idea of Damian fighting, but he doesn't hate him.