"Your health is my top concern," he argued, not willing to let this go. "And not only out of a fear of you dying with my blood in your system." That though was a terror that he was working hard to hide. He couldn't handle the thought of Eames turning, of being responsible for turning him.

"You're welcome but you don't have to thank me," he assured him. "I just knew I had to get you out of there. It was us both or neither," he assured him. That had never been an option not to save his life.

"I'm not worried about me right now," he said, even if he was weaker than he should be and taking chances as he pushed himself. "I'm not entirely depleted," he added, judicious, saying it carefully for Eames' sake.