"No I don't," he growls, which is a more ineffectual response than previously and says something about his degrading mental state. The panic rising in him is getting harder to contend with, and as much as he's trained at pushing it down, this is an experience far outside of his ken.

"I'd rather die," he says, though it's clearly taking everything he has to fill the space with refusals instead of cooperation. By this point, the water has smothered most of his flames, instead leaving nothing but the subtle bubbling of heat around his skin and increasingly sad looking flickers of hair. "They would rather I died."