It's been given to him. He hasn't earned it like he had at home and for some reason, that sits poorly with him. He inhales sharply and buries his crumpling face in Aramis' shoulder. "I hate to think of being here without you," he manages, a muffled and quiet sound. "And I want to stop it. You've hardly left my side in seven years, now. I want the rest of the hundred years we've promised to each other, but you're right. How do we stop things like being kidnapped and torn away?"