What did you do?β I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. βWhat did you do?β This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peterβs grip, though his hands chafe. βWhat did you do?β I scream. βYou die, I die tooβ Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. βI asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.