Clarity washes back in and he retreats, back beside and then slightly behind Zerxus. He feels sick. Terrified in a way he hasn't been until now. At least not since waking up in that alley, but it's not like that gives him a broad span of experience to draw from.

"He's not going to die on it," Neal says softly. He doesn't know how he knows that, except that he's going to try and figure out how the fuck he helped the first time and do that again. A deep breath. "You might, though."