[Something constricts in his throat at her words, and before he knows it, the phone is clattering out of his hands onto the ground as he strides over towards her, grasping the wrist of the hand with the ring on it. Maybe it was self-preservation that made him drop his phone instead of his sword, in the chance she could possibly attack him, but that wasn't even on his mind at the moment. No, right now, he's glaring fiercely up at her, eyes shimmering with something foreign and unknown, his breath hitching from the adrenaline.]

Don't you dare.

[The words are meant to be a warning, but the way his own voice cracks on the last part is enough to display his true feelings on the matter. He wasn't going to lose one more person close to him tonight. He wasn't.]

You already killed enough. I'm not going to allow you to take another life, even if it's your own. Besides, there's no point to it, anyway. It's not going to take back what you've done.

[His eyes dart to the ring, the one she's been so oddly focused on, and now that he's closer to her, he can make out the details and the design. There's something familiar about it, with the color of the gems and how they match with the silver band, and his mouth suddenly feels dry. That, plus the cryptic nature of her words, hint to something more, something that was staring him right in the face that he couldn't quite place.

He's quiet for a moment or so, his breath still huffing, before venturing out in a hoarse whisper:]

... where did you get that ring from?

[He probably already knows the answer-- he just wants her to confirm it for him.]