[ okay well yves is probably somewhere pathetically on the floor still, sword kicked far across to somewhere else that he can't easily reach even if he made a mad dash for it. he's exhausted but not in pain (lol), even with this bullet wound hanging out. though he does ask - ] Um, do we... have any zipties? Or something?

[ holding his hands out, wrists together. please try to restrain the ghosty. there's no mistrust among friends but there's certainly mistrust in himself

he's thinking it through... ]

... I think... if the leylines are being affected by the open door, and my bones are buried by the leylines...

[ he shakes his head as if it'll ward off any bad spirits ]

I... wanted to destroy everything. Hurt you guys. I'm sorry. It was the Unmaker... He got me, somehow.