Azriel sat on his bed, staring down at his bloody hands, almost zoned out, lost in thought

It was odd for Reverie to see her best friend so disconnected from reality. So she grabbed him by the wrist and walked him to the bathroom, before turning on the water and filling her hands with soap, before slowly and gently massaging his hands, getting rid of the half-dried blood

"I'm sorry..." Azriel spoke, his voice quiet