"Emeryl..." Blake spoke softer than usual.
      "I don't want to talk to you," Emeryl shuddered.
      "Calm down..." Blake replied as he thought, "How ironic... I'm telling him that..."
      "I don't want to hurt anyone," Emeryl's voice was very weak. It sounded as if he was trying to convince himself that.
      "I believe you." Blake slumped down next to him, back pressed against the wall, "I read Prism's journal. What happened in that fire?"
      "You read it?" Emeryl's voice shivered.
      "Yes. Tell me what happened," Blake said again.
      Emeryl gazed at him teary-eyed. Chances were the only one he ever told was Maskini, who couldn't talk back. The chances were even higher that he hadn't spoken about it for hundreds of years.
      "I..." Emeryl stuttered as he pulled his knees to his chest.