Suddenly, there's a hand trying to halt his. It's covering the hilt of his knife, part of the blade. There's a hand on his wrist too, trying to pull him back.

In his daze, he's unsure what happened. He was so sure this was it, that he'd go back to that endless abyss, where he'd wait and pray for Dimitri to find him. He didn't have time for hesitation. What's stopping him now?

"No!" He yells out instinctively, angry for reasons he can't even comprehend right now. "Don't... give it back!" He pulls hard on the hilt, tries to twist to make it too uncomfortable for the other man to restrain him. Instinctively, in the struggle, he tilts the blade further up. After all, he wouldn't want to cut himself accidentally...