"No, I- It doesn't matter what I'm feeling. They still need help, protection. They still need- I'm-" He can't make words form properly. He can't focus for the gentle hand on his cheek and the safety of the wing but still the hard edge still in Chris' entirely too bright eyes. Effervescent and coursing in power that he still can't feel.

"I can't leave them to that." He tries to move past again but his movement is slow and haphazard in his weariness. "I can't be useless."