"It isn't your fault, Engel. It's no one's fault." It stings Alfred, seeing Herbert look so upset...and because of something he had done. Shame is plain on his face, making his lip quiver, tears tumbling down his cheeks. "I shouldn't have let it go on for so long."
As he sits up, the ropes creak a little, and he is acutely aware of one of his other little experiments being on display, with his shirt off - a patch of skin on his right bicep that he had very carefully exposed to just a little reflected sunlight. A burn, improperly healed due to not feeding.
Guilt or no guilt, though, he takes the spoon of blood with a little groan of relief, fangs clattering against the spoon. It helps. "...Th-thank you, Engel. I'm...I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for scaring you."
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Date: 2022-01-07 04:37 am (UTC)As he sits up, the ropes creak a little, and he is acutely aware of one of his other little experiments being on display, with his shirt off - a patch of skin on his right bicep that he had very carefully exposed to just a little reflected sunlight. A burn, improperly healed due to not feeding.
Guilt or no guilt, though, he takes the spoon of blood with a little groan of relief, fangs clattering against the spoon. It helps. "...Th-thank you, Engel. I'm...I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for scaring you."