For the briefest of moments when Luka touches him, Garrot had hope that he'd regained control of the situation, and of himself. He takes a moment to look at Seth's wound, how it's exactly the same as Joanna's and Zafika's. But as Gyre chokes and sobs and swears and breaks, Garrot finds himself starting to break as well. His eyes go wide, his pupils shrink into thin, feline slits.

The elf collapses into Luka, and the good doctor... has to stop himself from shoving both of them into the pit. Make them hurt, make them pay for making him think about his father and the Protector, about grief and rage. It's like he's regressed thirty years worth of humanity and progress and it's a terrifying, helpless sort of feeling. But then he realizes the sedative is keeping his emotions from boiling over and dulling his movements. There's still time.

"N-no!" Garrot gasps, stumbling backwards from both of them and landing flat on his behind. He can't take this out on them if he can't reach them! A hand reaches into one of his pockets, pulling out his phone as he speaks with the shakiest, closest-to-hyperventilating voice he can muster.

"I-I need to leave. You're-" He pauses, words catching in his throat as he starts typing out a message. "You're not safe here. With me. We'll tell the others tomorrow but I-" And then he switches gears, focusing entirely on typing out the message as he starts... sniffling.

"Take me to my room in far haven PLEASE ITS URGENT"

Here's hoping he can keep himself together for another eight seconds.