He couldn't lie anymore.
It was the overwhelming sense of guilt and the perpetual anxiety; the sense that sooner or later he was going to drink himself to death if he didn't confess; the sense that if he hurt someone else there would be no repentance.
"It's the first time that I've hurt myself this badly,"Kieran said in a low voice. He studied the bow of Jude's head, the way the slowly-advancing sunlight shone off of his hair. There were the usual scrapes and bruises of the beast flinging itself against the chains, but this was new - although it was not, really, why he was here.
He was failing.
There was blood on the cloth in Jude's hand and the sharp ache in his ankle and he was failing, Kieran was just as bad as the werewolf who had bitten him, and what did he do now?
"It hurt someone else," he said, finally, "In August. I hurt someone else."
It was the overwhelming sense of guilt and the perpetual anxiety; the sense that sooner or later he was going to drink himself to death if he didn't confess; the sense that if he hurt someone else there would be no repentance.
"It's the first time that I've hurt myself this badly,"Kieran said in a low voice. He studied the bow of Jude's head, the way the slowly-advancing sunlight shone off of his hair. There were the usual scrapes and bruises of the beast flinging itself against the chains, but this was new - although it was not, really, why he was here.
He was failing.
There was blood on the cloth in Jude's hand and the sharp ache in his ankle and he was failing, Kieran was just as bad as the werewolf who had bitten him, and what did he do now?
"It hurt someone else," he said, finally, "In August. I hurt someone else."