"I can." Fervent. "I already have." Softer.

It's semantics in the roar of his head; a free fall of blackness and confusion and fear cycling between them. His hands touch lightly on Carlisle, pulling him into Edward. Desperation and passion and devotion in one.

"I'll find a way to fix this. I don't care how long or what it takes." He laid his cheek against Carlisle's, quietest but unwavering. "I promise."