Fendros' face was painted with panic. His initial reaction was to tug at his bindings to try and get at the Argonian, but they held fast. "Ahna!" He managed to call out before realising that he was completely powerless.

Save for a trembling and his fast breathing, he had completely frozen. He had expected that they might endure pain, or less violent forms of persuasion, but this madman had very nearly killed Ahnasha on the spot after little provocation. His mind was clouded with fear as he stared wide eyed at the blood soaking down Ahnasha's front, but he didn't know what to do next. He didn't want to go through seeing Ahnasha suffer such wounds again, but he had enough of his mind to remember that he had to protect Rhazii as well. It was a horrible decision to make, and not one he wanted to ever make in his life.

"Please..." he began to mumble shakily, as if trying to postpone any further consequences. "Please...don't make me decide..."

Fendros considered telling the Argonian that the cult had their child captive, but at this point he didn't know whether he would care. He seemed to have just as little regard for life as the cultists did. Still, looking into Ahnasha's eyes, Fendros could hardly bear to see such pain and fear. Anything that could stop this was an option.

"...I would never forgive myself...please..."