Yrael hangs on, digging his claws in as much as he can, but eventually his grip gives way, leaving him to return to his feet. He balances on the balls of his feet, his claws leaving small furrows in the ground.

"Seems like what you were going for," he growls, low, licking a left hand claw clean. "Jason's my brother. Would you expect some other reaction? Expect me to say 'Thanks for repeatedly poking at the fact that my brother is destroying himself and I'm unable to help him. I really needed that'?"