His whole body trembled and on instinct, he slid back. He didn't know why, he just did. Self preservation? All of his body was sending off warnings that if he gave too much, he's lose everything. And the idea of not being angelic in any measure was terrifying. If he was drained dry and had no grace, he would die down here. At Lazar's hand. And he knew that was inevitable but he wasn't ready.

"Please." He didn't know why he tried, he just did. His body couldn't will him to move near that blade.