Padraig groaned painfully and he leaned his forehead against his brother's. "George, if you lock me up again it will be worse than death." For him anyway. "Look at me. I don't have a soul but I didn't choose to be this way. I can stop. I can stop hating you and coming after you if you let me go. I'll go to my farm and stay away from everything. I'll exile myself, because every time I see you I end up locked up. I might not have a soul but I can still learn. Slowly."
Whether it was manipulation or a true show of emotion wasn't readily apparent.