"No, please." There's blood on his sleeve and on Alfred's face and Herbert's cheeks as he cries uselessly. "Oh I wanted this so badly, it should have been me who turned you. I would have done it right. It would have kept and I wouldn't have -- you wouldn't have -- "

He clings to Alfred's lifeless body, his please quieting into little whimpers and whispers as he cries quietly against his neck.