Oh, [ he breathes, as Bellamy offers him the memory. Vivid, as though they are his fingers around the man's neck. His stomach clenching, his throat convulsing. It makes him feel ill, too - sharing in that, and before he joins his pseudo-sibling in such a state, he pulls back abruptly. Settles to his knees with a small wince, in front of Bellamy, and reaches out with his once-more gloved hands to lift the young man's chin. ]

Have you thought of seeing a doctor? I believe we have on on reserve, for moments like this.

[ Whatever he went looking for, in the symptoms of Bellamy's illness, he leaves him for a moment to raid his adjoining bathroom. Comes back with a damp cloth and nods to the bed, lie down, he's silently urging. ] Or maybe, you could speak to Carata?