Half of him is certain that he ought to go. This is a mess he wants no part of- but it is a dangerous mess that, as best he can tell, no one else seems to wish to have a hand in mending. Remove a man from his weapons and he still has his fists. Anyone with holes in their memory, violence waiting under their skin like that which had been visited upon Beleth- and this reaction to being asked over it?

A larger mess than previously anticipated. It cannot be left alone.

Zevran stops well out of arm's reach kneeling as to not be above him. That tingling, sickening familiarity in the air coils again and he wonders if humans truly do suffer the same cruelties as elves in such a way. "I am not going to touch you."

It's more believable than 'not going to hurt you'. They've likely both heard that enough to know better.