Moonspear What Have I Done?

His voice came spilling out of him like a torrent, and she struggled to understand him among the tears and sobs. Her position, with his head on her shoulder, was also not the best. She strained, head craned awkwardly towards him. Clearly she heard him comment that he helped someone, he hesitated then after, and she realized this was where he would say what he had done to cause this.

The word that fell from his lips slammed into her like an assault. She was stunned, eyes wide, staring at him in confusion. The word spun through her head, and she suddenly she didn't understand at all. Despite his telling her, clearly, she just couldn't fathom what he had said. "Wait, you helped her? What do you mean? Judas, it's so hard to understand you." She was in denial. He couldn't have said what she thought he said. He could not have. "Explain, Judas, please. Tell me fully." Her voice was desperate, she was desperate to understand and to assign a different meaning to the word. Her stomach gave a lurch, but she shoved the feeling away. No. She would hear him explain it slowly. She'd imagined a word. He had merely sobbed "helped her" twice, that was all.