Wolfram just lay limp on the ground, clenching his jaw in pain. "You're wrong." He whispered, ever so quietly. "You are more wrong then you ever have before. I never think about myself. I don't think about my well being or my health. I'll starve myself or throw myself in front of someone with a knife. To be honest, I care more about other people, even those I hate, more then myself." He didn't seem afraid, or even affected, merely emotionless. He stood up slowly, and turned to Bleddyn, ready to fend of a attack.
Brisa, preparing a retort, froze and turned toward Alice, all thoughts of Wolfram leaving her mind. What? Did I hear that correctly?Alice tensed expecting him at first to go after her from behind. He still wanted to fight Bleddyn? She put wolfram out of her mind he wasn't important right now.
Alice's eyes widened her pupils shrinking into tiny specks. Her stomach twisted in a sour knot. When had Bleddyn become such a blood thirsty monster?
Alice took a breath trying to choose what would be the best way to hurt her, Bleddyn didn't care about physical pain.
"I...." She swallowed hard. "I killed my mom this morning." It came out as a whisper but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. "So. Just..... Stop."
