Gabriel blinked at him. "What on Earth are you talking about? It sounds like an addled dream - "

Dreams. The night when Primoris had brought their nightmares to life.

He pulled his little brother into a gentle hug. "It was a nightmare, Raphael. It's not true. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Look." He gestured to the sword at the foot of his bed. "Punishing yourself is making things worse, Raphael. Can't you see that it hurts all of us?"