Saix scowled, his voice taking on a slight growl. "I did not come here to die cowering in a church hoping a spell will protect us," he said, exercising a lot of very evident restraint to keep it from being a snarl. "If we had left when we both knew we should, we would not be facing this decision."

That was what was riling him; he hadn't listened to his common sense and dragged Axel and the girl out. Instead he'd let difficult memories cloud his judgement.

Even if he got out of this alive, Vexen would kill him if he found out how things had happened. Even if they didn't, Saix didn't trust death to be an escape from his husband's ire.

He should have done what he knew was best, instead of entertaining the idea of doing what was right.