Ignatius tries to pull back, but there's a limit to how far the chains will let him. What initially starts as disbelief turns into raw disgust and angst as they speak, implying what they're going to do. Normally he would completely dismiss it as a possibility. Right now, though... it's hard to say.

But this is something he can't stand.

"I won't," he spits, and uses all the strength he can muster to force the burning energy of his core to channel outward from his forehead, superheating the water and ideally burning Syrlya's hand in the process.