He hadn't meant to do it.

That thought reverberated in Romeo's mind constantly as he knelt in the same position he had been for the last hour. He hadn't meant to do it.

But he had.

He'd just–!

(Wanted him gone, away, he wanted to be alone–! They always left him alone before, so why couldn't they do it now?!)

He didn't know what he was doing. He was just so angry! And he wanted to be away, wanted them to go away!

Romeo didn't know what his powers would do, how'd they'd react so strongly to his wish.

And now he couldn't take it back.

Fred– he gagged, hunching over, realisation dawning once more on his shock addled mind. Fred's dead. I killed him. And Xara–!

He stole her powers. Sent her away (away, away, leaving him all alone...) and now...

Now it was just him.

Except...

He felt you, the only other Admin beside him left, teleport behind him.

"I didn't..." He swallows. "Are you here to yell at me, too? To hurt me?!" He accuses paranoia and hurt and grief coming together to create a terrible concoction. One that blinds him to the fact you're his only friend left.