They're so similar, him and Carlisle, and it's in this moment that Pratt truly realizes it. He'd do the same were their positions reversed. That was one thing this place had granted him, the ability to see beyond all his regret and guilt and bad decisions and free him from that temporarily to actually make some decent honorable choices for once in his goddamn life.

"Okay. Okay what do I need to do? How can I help?" He's feeling very helpless here unable to contribute anything to this magical standoff.

He glares at Caedra through the barrier, not very menacing and barely on this side of terrified, but he does manage to find his voice to growl at her, "Oh fuck off."