"Jim... no." His heart might break to say it but he can't do this. Felix reaches out to touch Jim's face, cupping his cheek, willing him to understand. "We're lucky we both have our souls right now. I had something they wanted, last time. Something we can both live without. It won't be that simple again. And- and they won't let you take the others regardless. Reynard wants them there. Or Winter does. It's one thing for two to slip away but taking all his..."

...There's no good word to use there.

"...They'd be the ones who paid the price, Jim."