He focused himself into that handclasp, that tenuous human contact. “Solace, I’m here.” Just ragged breathing from her. Her lungs, her heart, that were supposed to be his backup, racing towards overload and shutdown. Too much. The terror of it. “Solace, stay with me.” Faster and faster. Her panic infecting him until he snapped out, “Myrmidon Executor Solace, prêt a combattre!”
