"Careful as I can be." Which isn't careful at all. He's here, isn't he? Standing inside a fucking devil's trap. Reaching out, like he shouldn't. Like no sane man would.

He left sane down in the ash. It never did him much good anyway.

Slow - reluctant, yes - he steps away again. He's not afraid, doesn't particularly care what this thing feels like trying, but they both need to conserve strength now. There isn't a lot of time.

"Just hang on. This is almost done."