She's crying. She's crying, and it's his fault, and he's ruining everything. More than any other time, he wants to curl up in a hole and end.

He cups her face in his hands, and winces slightly as he ends up smearing Ivar's blood on her cheeks. He presses his forehead against hers and takes a deep, shaky breath before speaking.

"It's okay, I'm alive now. I'm not hurt. I've died a lot, it's- it's okay. I always come back." He hesitates, "And I didn't kill him. I tried to, but... it doesn't matter. I'm sorry, it was stupid. I shouldn't have."