There's a sickly yellow tinge to his skin, and a cold fear roiling through him, but he doesn't move.

There's nowhere for him to go, anyway; there's no one else here save Regan

(keep her safe)

and no chance of help of any sort that could come in time.

If this creature decides to kill him, he's going to die.

"Enlighten me verbally, then," he manages. It comes out harshly, taut words forced past the tightness in his throat.

"Why did you come for me?"