"I thought—" Carlisle's own body twitches as he tries to bite back the emotions he'd felt in that moment, fails to keep them from coming back to the front of his mind. He's giving Fear and Sorrow a feast, he's sure. "He- he said he'd force you to take your life, and- and in that moment, I couldn't think of what I'd do if that happened."

His hand shakes as he paws at his chest, at where his holy symbol rests beneath his ruined tabard. He'd been afraid for himself, but more afraid for Glacius, his stalwart protector, his friend.