"Now's not exactly the time to say that." I feel panic creeping up on me as I stroke his face.
No, Sai. You can do this.
The first thing I felt was fear. I wasn't a killer, I was made to help, not hurt. However, I quickly fell into a rhythmic pace. All at once my emotions came pouring out of me. My loneliness, my anxiety, my anger.
How much I hated my father. How much I hated being used. How much I hurt.
The next thing I knew, I was crying. I was crying while I repeatedly stabbed the man I loved. Cross that out, still love. You could say that it helped me heal, even if only a bit.
I drop on knife on the floor. My tears fall onto Blaze, mixing with the crimson. I hold my hands over his body. "Heal."