Adrien knew Ash could not speak, but interpreted Ash's guttural clearly enough. "Look, I know it sucks, but this is what you have. I just need to know, before you lose your shit completely, do you want me to move out of the way?" And clear a path straight for the boy's throat, is what that meant. Ash surprised himself by shaking his head. He had no idea that he had an opinion on the matter. Adrien smiled, then, and nodded. He eased up a little closer to Ash and pulled out the pocket knife he carried. He held it over his arm and spoke, as if to wind up his courage. "Don't think I don't know how fucked up this could end. I'm cutting so you don't get sidetracked on your way here.I also want you to know, no matter what happens to me, this was the choice I wanted you to make. Not that I want to die, mind you. Just that I'd rather take the bullet on this one, no matter what a smartass punk he is." Something in the way he was speaking had Ash thinking Adrien was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it out of this. It made him want to run, or bash his head into something, or break his own teeth out, but Adrien had already cut himself open and the smell was overwhelming. There was no stopping it now. He nearly flew at Adrien, who laughed and held him like a puppy as Ash mangled his arm. The blood was heaven, flowing liquid warmth, strength, peace and painlessness, spinning him with pleasure and delight.Adrien did not speak, did not let go, even when Ash could feel him start to buckle. But there was no way Ash was going to stop. He wanted it. He wanted it all, every last drop and then some, oh sweet forgotten gods, there was no living or undead moment that came close to where he was. He was killing his dearest friend. He knew it and did not care at all.