Did he say that? He did. He hit a limit of what he could take, at least on his own. It's a struggle to hold Ratchet's gaze, to not glance away ashamed. But he owes Ratchet that much. "Okay," he agrees, just as quietly. "I won't, I promise." And he means it as much as he can, will try not to as long as he's coherent enough to remember. He doesn't actually want to die, after all, just wants it all to stop. He needs to be stronger.

"Come on. You need some rest, too." York climbs to his feet, takes a moment to steady himself and then offers Ratchet a hand up.