Lazarus gives himself a few moments to take in the sight of the petrified, pale-haired young man who has a heavy legacy in both lives to inherit. He places a hand at the side of his face, pressing his forehead against Nathan's and leaving a soot smudge there.

"Do you have your phone? I can stall him, for a little while, but I need you to call for backup. You know as well as I do who's strong, and who stands a chance, and who would come to help us. Can you do that, Nathan?"