[He pushes back against Frey's weapon, wishing he could unleash another spell but knowing he wouldn't be able to cast quickly enough - he would be left vulnerable, and one swipe from Frey would break his concentration. He's outnumbered. Not good but isn't that how it's always been? Everyone else, everything, bearing down against him until he snaps into brittle pieces.]
None of you understand! [He tries to push back harder, but hot pain bursts inside his injured shoulder and his arm falters slightly.] Don't tell me what to do! [Not when he doesn't know what else to do, not when he can't do anything else.]
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None of you understand! [He tries to push back harder, but hot pain bursts inside his injured shoulder and his arm falters slightly.] Don't tell me what to do! [Not when he doesn't know what else to do, not when he can't do anything else.]