Harker quickly stumbled back. His soul has returned, and so did the pain of regret and shame.
Joan was alright besides the marks of his claws on her wrists. She looked at him with a mix of both concern and apprehension.
"I never thought you would... I mean, how could you…."
She was right. How could he? This wasn't like him at all. This wasn't him. He was possessed by the beast, and he let it overcome him. Lowered his guard for one second and it came slipping through.
Blank kneeled by her side, offering a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the puncture wounds. "I'm sorry. I should have watched after him better, but I fell asleep and….. Well, it's all my fault."
Joan shook her head. "No, it wasn't. Giving you a task like that isn't fair. No one would be able to stop him, you're lucky he didn't come to attack you."
Blank had the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "I would prefer it if it was me he'd attack."
