"No, he is his father's son in every sense of the word." However, the thought of Maric at the moment was an ache, not a salve, so he set it aside. "Indeed. Let us hope not alone." Armor wouldn't save him if he got dog piled. He didn't want to see him die twice.

"She wouldn't want it." He also knew that whether she wanted it or not, whether he did, that would come later. "She'd want us to fight, which is what we're going to do. Keep others safe." Even as he kept his eyes on their targets in the distance, he didn't lose his head to their current surroundings. He knew the dead could come seemingly out of nowhere on the streets and narrow alleys.