Iestyn felt weak and ill. He couldn't watch all of that. It was bad enough knowing that it'd happened. But to watch the thing that still gave him troubled sleep some nights wasn't going to be any good at all. Poor Henry- his heart ached for him. But what could he do? Sensible thought had long since abandoned him. It didn't even occur to him to pray for help in this moment.
Not his fault? Of course it was his fault. Henry would never be in danger if Iestyn hadn't been so selfish and tried to live a normal life. "Please don't do this," he said, and shook his head. "Please!"