[It's the most emotion he's ever seen from Morgan, so pointed and cold that is makes him go completely silent.

This anger... was it all he really felt he had left? That horrific man drained everything else from him and left him out to rot...

Did Morgan think it was better to fall apart with the last bits of himself than to try and have any life beyond it?

His eyes flinch at the severity, at the guilt and concern he feels towards the rage bubbling from Morgan's words, at the hopelessness. He doesn't know how to help. He doesn't know if he CAN.

All he knows is that... he doesn't want to see Morgan die like this. Not like the dying breaths of a rabid animal.

It hurts to see him like this, and the hurt echoes back, his gaze not breaking, his hand not moving.]

...Morgan.

If that's how you feel... What are you going to do when it's over?

[A question repeated.]

Are you just... letting him drag those scraps of you down to hell with him?