And he'd been afraid of that, that Lot's dedication to saving himself just wasn't strong enough to pass the test that God would place in front of him, and he grimaced as well, his features taking on an expression of sorrow. So much had already been lost that he hated to see a single soul go to waste this way.
"I will pray for you, Brother," he offered, because that was really all he could do now. He couldn't force the man to give up his worldly vices, he could merely warn him of what would befall him if he didn't forsake them. "Perhaps God will grant me the wisdom to help you see the light at some point later on." He only hoped it wouldn't be too late.