Fin was trembling, but a few deep breaths had him still again, his eyes fixed on Will's back.

"What a shock, you'd rather run and hide than face this down. ...Coward," he accused, his voice a soft hiss.

What Will seemed to forget was that this wasn't a one way street. They were linked, deeply, spiritually, physically. As Will gave up, Fin started to wilt, his power retreating and his skin going slightly grey.

"Coward," he said again, his voice cracking now as he tried to keep himself steady. "So like you- You'd rather we both fade away than face what's happened. ...How can you be so unkind to me? How can you say you love me, ask me to bind myself to you, and then throw yourself into the river to sink like a stone?"