The boy nodded, slowly drinking the water, not looking away from the man for even an instant. "T-thank you." He muttered, setting the glass down. Silence filled the room, as he stared at the men, before decided to ask the thing that was tearing at his mind.<br/><br/>"D....did I kill him?"<br/><br/>He closed his eyes as soon as the words left his lips, fear and nervousness gripping his body. He had to have killed him, that's why he was here. They were going to send him to jail or something, of course. If he didn't, they would just throw him out into the desert to die, but no, they wanted to punish him first, that had to be it. That what he deserved, after all, punishment, for being a freak.<br/><br/>"I...I'm sorry! I d-didn't mean to!" He cried out, grabbing his arms and shaking. He was a kid, and the man had jumped to his defense, and in the back of his mind, the boy knew it, but he was too afraid to be logical. He begun to breath hard, and his heart was beating so hard he felt like it could break his ribs. He was whimpering, closing his eyes, just repeating "I'm sorry" again and again. He knew he should calm down, and try to think, but his mind was a storm of panic and fear, any rational thoughts being flooded out by the roaring of guilt and panic.