[Galiel shakes his head. He's flickering inside, alarmingly, and wonders just how long he can keep this up. What we were. Made for. Supposed to. Protect them. I am. Content...]

Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O Thou most High.
What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee...

[Ben's voice is reedy and desperate, trying to keep Galiel grounded as well as himself.]