[something dark twists inside him, vestige from going down into the Guardian's chambers to get the memories and behaving, behaving oh so properly, following the rules and walking back up the stairs without so much as flinging a dirty look his way, much less the knife he wanted to. but it stills at the hurt. he holds himself in statis for a few moments, between two competing desires.]
You can't go down there alone. [slight hesitation] Whether I'm with you or not.