Yeah. I know what you mean. It wasn't --

[Oh, who was he kidding?]

Okay, I'd be totally lying if I said it wasn't terrifying but I wasn't going to do something if it got you killed.

[Something glints in his eyes, something wrong, something hollow where yellow would be sparking if the ring was still on his hand.]

As weak as that is -- [He stops and the look in his eyes is gone, and his voice goes slightly breathless.] Not weak. Not weak. Never mind. That's not --

I don't regret it.