'Are you sure you're going to be okay?' Blaise asks through our mind link as I stripped out of my clothes, stuffing them into the backpack I had with me.
'I am more worried about you Blaise, you've gotten weaker recently, and it's all my fault. This is all my fault; If I didn't drown my self in daily shots of wolfsbane as punishment for raping him, you wouldn't have grown so weak. I was, so blinded by self-loathing and my selfishness that I turned a blind eye to the consequences my actions would have on you. I am sorry Blaise, I keep putting you in danger.'
I replied to Blaise who grunts in disapproval,
'It's not entirely your fault Brandon; I am to blame likewise, I was keen on my anger towards you for raping him that I didn't stop to think how bad that you might have been affected y
