"No one will lay a finger on you," Glacius begins to growl, relieved to feel protective instincts that he can actually realize--but the alien goes silent as Carlisle hints at a foe more insidious than any outside force. It's true, he's seen the depths of the clergyman's despair, and moreover he's gained some firsthand knowledge in regards to just how tricky and difficult such thoughts can be to deal with, given how he almost getting towed under by his own despondency not so long ago. Who's to say he wouldn't still be wasting away, if he didn't have his friends to help him claw his way out of the dark pit that he had fallen into after ending Emily's life...?

But that just makes him all the more adamant to stand by his friend, to return that compassion that he has been given so steadfastly whenever the human finds himself in need of it. It's the least he can do. "Carlisle... I know the road that you tread is a difficult one, and the burdens you carry with you are heavy. But you don't have to bear them alone any more... I am right here beside you, ready to help however I can, and I know there are others in the city who value your presence as well. So please... don't give up. Don't lose hope."