Gilded Bay deserted, my organs can go on without me

The boy shook his head quickly when Phocion asked if she had hurt him. No— it wasn't her fault. Wait, she didn't tell you? He felt sick again— sick like he had been in the field, he remembered. Trembling, he pressed on; suddenly, he needed to. She had a strange scent, and it made it hard to think. I don't know what we did— it's hard to remember, but I didn't like it, but I was the one doing it. I don't know why I didn't stop— or why I didn't like it. Ava seemed like she liked it, and I thought I liked it, but I didn't. It felt dirty, after.
Cortland took a couple steps back through the water, breathing hard now. He felt exposed in the worst way. So I ran away. And then I felt sick, or something— I thought I was going to die. The last few words came as a whisper. I feel sick again.