His hands stayed plastered on your cheeks, keeping you looking at him, not allowing you to move.

"You cannot leave! I can't take you-- you dying anymore! I can't take it, Zagreus!" He pleaded, fingers digging into your cheeks. It duly stung. With each word, his nails dug into your cheeks more. Gods knew they had strengths, but on times like these, begging and pleading for something, they forget that. And they get carried away. "I hate seeing you die, over and over! I hate knowing you are getting hurt and i can do next to nothing about it! Zagreus, if not for yourself, for me, please, I--"

He saw something red in the corner of his eyes. He took a double take, and looked where his nails connected with the soft skin of your cheeks. Red liquid, pooling up beneath his fingertips. He pulled away, looking mortified.

Him fighting had gotten you hurt.

"Oh, gods, Zagreus, no, no, no.." He murmured, the pad of his thumb trying to wipe the blood from your cheeks. "Oh, gods, I'm so fucking sorry, Zagreus.. I hurt you." He murmured under his breath.