He'd remind Alistair that he'd insisted on a sword, on walking out like a fool. But he's grateful that he does not have to for he wouldn't manage the words in a way that was kind. He cannot tend to Alistair's wounds and feelings while he is still sorting out his own.

It's not the kind of rule he understands, but it is one he can cling to. Fine. "You could have died."

Alistair is doomed to death, this much they both know- but he'd rather not be the cause of it outside the boundaries of their agreement. Something thick and hot catches in his chest as he curls tighter around him at that thought. "I don't want you dying for me."