The innocent question cuts him to the quick. It is a simple, factual question with a somewhat less simple, factual answer he should nonetheless be able to express, but in the moment he cannot express it. Some autonomic response makes his lips tremble and robs him of his voice beyond a low whine that dies in his throat. Rashad shakes his head, a curt, jerking motion. "No," he chokes at last. "No more."

He wraps his arms around himself and fights back tears, unable even to name the mixture of grief, fear, and...something else....

"I have hurt no one!" he protests against some imagined accusation.