"Aye, I know." He took the lit cigarette and proceeded to take a long drag from it. "Feels like everything is going to kill me these days. I am bloody falling apart by the seams! It makes me somewhat surprised Headmistress Ramsey has not ordered me to be in a bubble! Well actually, if I was put in a bubble, Bobbi would just play soccer with it all the time!"

A slight chuckle came from his lips, before he looked back at Rose once again. The cigarette was now lazily hanging from his mouth.

"I keep asking "why", Rose. Why do things have to be this way. The attack on the mansion, me family's neglect, Ilya leaving, and my paralysis. No matter how many times I ask the universe "why", I never get an answer."