[Orym watches him sedately. Inside Predathos is raging, but for the moment at least Orym manages to hold him at bay, waiting for Dorian to take the sword. It would all be over, and maybe that might be a mercy. But Dorian doesn't take the blade, and he hears those words, that broken tone of voice.

His own heart aches and he reaches out to lay both his hands over one of Dorian's where it clings to the sheets.]

Then stay with me, Dorian. Help me remember who I am. It's hard... it's so hard. He's so strong. Stay by my side, and help me keep my heart by letting me give it to you.

[If he can hold onto some part of himself, this will be fine. He can keep the worst of Prdathos's destruction at bay while making this world into a new one.]