If Cade were quicker on his feet, perhaps he'd have some kind of snappy comeback for this, a way to counteract the barbs shooting from Alistair with every sentence. But he isn't, and he doesn't, so he just stands there quietly, watching him.
"I'd rather be dead," he murmurs after a moment, so low that perhaps it wasn't even meant for Alistair to hear. His gaze is distant and desolate, his posture defeated.
Several seconds pass, and Cade realizes he's being weird, so he focuses on Alistair again. "She is in trouble," he says quietly, "...when you get out of here, take her with you." He turns to go toward the door, head down, not waiting for a response.