[His fingers reflexively tighten on her once more before, with a Herculean effort, he manages to prise them loose and drop his arm back to his side. He's still tense as a rod of iron, ready to snap and attack, but for now he's still.]
Please go.
[He doesn't want to hurt her. No wounds, no care, is worth this. He should have known better than to accept the help in the first place, but at least he hasn't actually hurt her.
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Please go.
[He doesn't want to hurt her. No wounds, no care, is worth this. He should have known better than to accept the help in the first place, but at least he hasn't actually hurt her.
For now.]
I could kill you.