It's hard to think of anything other than Edeva and the blade dragging across his back. He typically enjoyed a little knife and blood play, but this wasn't that, not by a mile. "I am trying to," He says fingers digging into the floor, popping a few chunks out.

He tries to think of the happier times he had with Edeva before it all, the time he spent with Abraham, friends, and past lovers, but his mind keeps drifting back to his failure to save her.