"You have more to lose." He's rebuilt a life for himself, here. Is trying to do more, carries another soul in himself. Zevran? Is a knife. And not a particularly good one any longer.

The soothing pulse of power is entirely unlike the waves of bitter blood magic he'd endured in that cell, it is easier to curl close and let it roll over him. His bones still ache in a way he can't quite explain and the magic can only quiet for a few hours. But it is a few hours he would not have had otherwise.

"If you were recognized? If you lost control of Justice? They would kill you." He is not worth that risk.