I know you can't. I just don't want to be stuck forcing poison into people to keep us alive. It's not exactly self-preserving to run up to someone and shove my fist in their mouth.

[He keeps talking, low and regular and as much for himself as for Kris, and squeezes the other man closer to him in an embrace meant to be comforting.] If we can find some wire, I'll do even better. Set up some tripwires and give you a place to hide. I'll make sure no one comes near you, alright Kris? We're going to get through this, you hear me?