Dragoncrest Cliffs maybe spit some blood at the camera, just stay alive

His knees were buckling; there was a sour taste in his mouth he recognized, faintly, as bile. He sat with a hard thunk on the frozen ground, hearing Blixen speak but not really registering the words. All he could see was the cliff, and the void beyond. The waves and all that lie underneath----

He could have--would have--protected Heda from anything. He would have lain down his life for her without question. But he could not protect her from herself.

I'm so sorry, Vercingetorix whispered, when the group had fallen silent again, speaking to no one but his commander. I'm so sorry, Antumbra. And felt his jaw stiffen, then, and the tears pool up in the corners of his eyes. But they did not fall.

Not here. Not yet.