Basil stood there, stunned, before he finally caught up to Jace and grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him. He then blurted out, "See, that's the issue, Jace! With...with all of this! With us!" He released him, stepping back. He clenched his fists, staring at the ground as if it'd personally offended him. "I'm not...I'm not who you think I am. And because of that, I'm not going to take something that was his, especially not after I've taken far too much as it is. I'm sorry." 
	
	[i]As Kyle Lewis stared down at his son, the only thoughts that ran through his head were, "It's my fault. I should have done better. I promised, dammit, I promised!" His fourteen-year-old son, who currently lay unconscious in his bed, as he had for many weeks now, with only the uneven, weak rise-and-fall of his chest to indicate that he was even alive. In pain. Dying. There was nothing that he could do. Doc Thurston couldn't do anything, either. He was too far gone. It'd been a direct hit to his frail body. It'd been enough to kill a grown man in perfect health and shape. It was a miracle that he'd even lasted this long.
	"Dad?"
	He flinched, looking down to see that Basil had woke.
	"Yes, Basil? Is there anything that I can get you?"
	"Yeah...stop scowling so much. It's going to be permanent if you do it much more."
	Kyle was silent for a moment, then chuckled. "Worry about yourself, Basil. Please."
	"When is Jace coming? He told me that he was coming today."	
	"That was...yesterday, actually, but you weren't feeling well, remember? So he decided not to bother you. He should be coming again today, though; he comes every day, even when you don't ask him to, you know."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah, he's...he's a good boy. I'm glad that you have a friend like him."
	"Me, too."[/i]