Ugh...

Spoke the Foreseer, his breathing ragged, his right hand chained with ice. The chains rattled, his body trembled, ice frozen on his cheek and neck. Ice shards grew out of his chest, the Foreseer felt like he was being stabbed.

...

He lifts his head when the only woman who survived in the Tower of Thorns came closer to him, all of the pain revealed in his eyes.

...It's too dangerous. I won't be able to control... Leave. Now.

He tried to command, but his voice came out broken, pained. He tried to tell her to leave him here, to not touch the ice because she will get injured, but she wouldn't listen. She broke the ice from his chest and brought him into an embrace, his body shaking, his breathing labored, every part of him hurt. He closed his eyes, momentarily not being stubborn for once, giving in, trusting her to put an end to his constant torture.

Why didn't you leave... Compared to the previous trespassers of the Tower... You truly are the most audacious.

The Foreseer croaked out, with no hint of malice, only pain and exhaustion.