Stone Circle don't break character

Ezekiel lost track of how much time had passed since he first conked out, and before he knew it he was awoken once more, this time by the scent of blood. His icy eyes opened to find a fresh kill had been placed in front of him. He stared at it for a moment, still locked in a odd daze, then he began to lap at the blood. The taste warmed his tongue, and sent a momentary shudder through his body. The last time he'd eaten something other than a mouse was... he'd lost track of that too. 

As he started to eat, he began to feel alive and aware again. He realized that one of the women by his side was Krypton. Krypton. He remembered her so well now. She was the first face he'd ever met in Teekon, and the second he met at his return. He looked back to Valette, wondering why she stayed so far away. He wanted her to come to him, he wanted to feel her embrace  and see her beautiful smile. But she wasn't smiling. She looked angry. He had the feeling it was his fault, and his mind began to shift to the time when she had told him her story. How she'd been abandoned so many times. He'd promised her he wouldn't do that to her, and then he had. Granted it hadn't entirely been his fault, but it wasn't like she knew where he'd been. For all she'd known, he up and left her. He hated himself for that. He turned to look at the other woman helping him. He didn't know her, he was sure of that.

At last he began to stand, leaning into Krypton as he did so. He didn't want to return like this, needing help, weak and starving. His breathing was heavy and slow, his head hung. When he spoke his words were very low and whispery, barely audible except maybe to Krypton. I'm so sorry. He winced as he tried to stand up straight, his aching muscles screaming at him to lie back down. He let himself sink back into the sturdy woman beside him, her shoulder acting as his rest.