"I don't want to see you hurt like last time. I..." The memory of the dream version of Kyle appeared to his mind again and he shuddered to the core. "I won't send you in there again." He shook his head, though his voice didn't sound very settled on the matter. "Watching them transport your unconscious body was worse than I thought it would be. You don't know what your life means to us all, to Heather, to Sean..." He paused a moment before looking back at the whelp,"...to me. It was terrifying to think that you'd never get up again and that while it wasn't fatal that time, it might be next time or the next time. You know I don't like it." He hated bloodshed and while it was sometimes necessary, this wasn't necessary. "I won't make you a prisioner in my household, but I can't handle watching you bleed to death like that either." There had to be a medium somewhere, but his tired mind wouldn't settle with it. "And I don't remember promising you that you could fight." A hesitant if not all together weak smile settled on his lips. "But I do remember telling you that if you wanted to then I would let you."