"You can." He breathes out, heavy, thinking on the slow, clunky thing the girl's ambush had been. On the fear on her face that hadn't needed to be there. He could, he thinks, have done it before she'd even had time for more than a moment of fear. "I take no more joy in this than you do."

He puts a hand high on Signless' back as he makes the next turn down the tunnels, briefly searching his face to check how he takes the contact. Looking for anger. "But I'll see you out of this, if I can. No matter the cost."