There you two were, him holding a sword straight through your stomach. He didn't think about it beforehand, and what confirmed that fact was how his expression changed from monotonous to absolutely devastated. It now just dawning on him that he just stabbed you. "Fuck- I'm so sorry I-" He didn't know what to do in this situation if he should take the sword out or leave it fucking in. All this being because he wanted to live, to be able to live another day. "I wasn't thinking- I'm so sorry..-" After he shakily said that he tried to shift forward to use his free hand to support you so you didn't suddenly didn't fall back and use his other to keep the sword in to subdue bleeding.