Darkness begged to take him, but he resisted, pushing stubbornly against it no matter how his body protested. The sword had fallen from his hands and he wasn't sure he could lift it again after that last swing. With it, he was distantly aware that he was losing his grip on whatever control he had over their fate. It could be taken away from him that easily. His heart pounded in his ears as he worked himself back up on his elbows and stared at the smear of red that he left when he stumbled.

It seemed to occur to him again, how screwed they were if he was too exhausted to fix this. There was still that voice calling, and he looked up at her -- Lily -- with a scrutinizing expression. It almost seemed strange to see someone fully alive, and he had to remember why he came there. Some vague notion of wanting to end the suffering that had taken home inside him.

"Not mine," he explained with a scowl, as though he was offended at the idea, though he didn't know for sure. He glanced around and didn't see anyone else, so he settled back on her. "You're alone? Why aren't they here?"