Loren's words felt too soft, too kind, to be for someone like him; Abasi shook his head weakly but could not find anything to say in return. The Blight was pulling at his edges again and he looked up the stairs, panic in his eyes; he tightly grabbed Loren's shirt.
"Take me back upstairs. Lock me in that room. Please." Either he would get better or he'd starve to death, but at least he wouldn't be out embarrassing himself by succumbing to this terrible illness. "I don't want people to see me like this."
ABASI
it's sad to know that we are not alone
it's sad to know there's no honest way out
