[He knows he's right. If he glances around, he can clearly see that he's not anywhere near where his mind is taking him. But it's hard to be logical and fight back against what the world's magic is forcing into his mind, and what his mind is crafting in retaliation to it. It's never been like this before, even with the most vivid memories he hasn't felt like he was physically back there quite like this.]
If something happened to you because of me, I'd--
[He flinches a little, tightening his hold further on his hands, his entire body tense-- ready to fight, ready to run, whatever is needed. Underneath all of this, too, is of course a deep, deep rooted sense of shame-- that this is happening to him again, so soon, that this is happening at all, that Keith has to, yet again, put up with someone like him like this...]