He was my friend, too.

( A step back, a step to the side, hair flowing in the wind - strands cut, as Vanis's knife might slice through them. )

He wouldn't have had to suffer if he stayed still enough to be shot. All I wanted to do was stagger them. But, well...

( Sariel got aggressive; G'raha kept speaking; and then... and then... )

... This is how a Northern dragon shows their love. I'm sorry I can't be like you.

( He says "sorry," but he doesn't mean it as apology. It's simply a gesture of sympathy for Vanis's grief. )