Bulba's mind had been stuck in a flatline, but suddenly there was a blip of thought.

No.

He tried to get his mouth to work. Green just stared up at him lifelessly. Bulba nudged his cheek. He was already cold. So very cold. It didn't matter one bit what had been saying earlier. It had hurt but oh God it didn't hurt anywhere near as much as this. Bulba could forgive and forget. He could forgive and forget as much as he needed if it was for Green.

But that only really worked if the boy was alive.

"Why?" He was finally able to rasp out. "Why did you do that?" Bulba was staring up at Char now, urgently searching for some sort of answer that could possibly make sense. Char was spitting out little bits of... well, little bits of Green and making horrible faces. Bulba's stomach constantly churned.

"Why would you... How... How could you kill him? Green was yours too!"