He keeps trying to breathe like she says, but even though the worst is over, the worst has happened anyway.

He'd lost control. He'd almost killed someone. Drugged or not, in control or not, murder was still murder. He already has one death on his hands. He doesn't want any more. And everything the Walrider had done - no, that he had done - is burned into his mind with crystal clarity.

He can't look her in the eye. Not after what just happened. Not after what he just did.