Desperation clawed at him, overpowering his fear. Yes, reasoning. Good, the other hadn't completely checked out. He groaned and closed his eyes tight, smacking his own head against the dirt floor of the forest they'd ended up. The searing touch of his tongue had him reopening his eyes. If he hesitated any longer it could mean his death. "I don't want to die," he repeated, his voice careful, his rage barely contained. Jasaiah couldn't kill him. Kane, however, could. So easily. He was his greatest enemy, and though he closed down his heart and every emotion he had felt over the goddamn betrayal, he wasn't about to just roll over and die.<br/><br/>"I vow, okay? I'll fucking do anything," he whispered, then grimaced. "Except do anything to harm or kill Hidalgo. I won't." His breath caught. Fucking christ had he just admitted his own weakness, though somehow he knew, deep down, that Kane wouldn't hurt Hidalgo. "But you can have me," he hastily added. "You want me. You want to own me. So fine. I understand Lucifer set you up to this, but I'm not going to die."