Mental? Did Gloriana really think he was? She had been so accepting, that is, until his hallucination attacked them. Well, it hadn't attacked her, it was after him. She had hugged him, and told him he wasn't crazy, even. Dietre frowned, not angry or offended, mostly worried. "No, this happened before that." Of course his parents being killed would be upsetting to her, and she'd be scared, but Dietre was totally focused on what had happened when he tried to show her his power. If he hadn't gotten so worked up over it that night, he might not have ever killed his parents.
"She just...She saw what I see." He spoke in a kind of mumble and went back to fishing pumpkin seeds out of the bowl of water. "...Like what you saw."
"I was trying to explain, I wanted her to know, because she said she was my friend." His brow furrowed as he started placing seeds on the new towel. "She was just trying to help me, but...it didn't go very well." Just thinking about the fear in her eyes and the scratch on her arm made him feel sick. Even though she might have forgiven him, he'd never forgive himself.