Seth wishes he could stop shaking, that he could believe Daniel's words and move on. But even if he doesn't believe, it's comforting to hear Daniel's voice saying it, because this is still Daniel and Seth trusts him and Seth needs to remember that.

A closer look at his own sick isn't exactly what he needs right now, he thinks dully as Daniel pushes him down. He quivers at the blast. It's probably a good thing he can barely feel his limbs at the moment, because it muffles the sharp pain of debris hitting his legs, the parts of him Daniel can't cover. But they're still alive, and Daniel isn't crying out in pain or anything so it can't be that bad.

He pushes himself up a little, grabbing onto Daniel's vest, trying to signal he can move again. Mostly because he has to. "Go," he chokes out, wishing he could deal with this, wishing he could be even remotely useful.