The Imperius curse? Huh, Anthony hadn't even thought of that. He'd figured it'd be some sort of dark magic, but an unforgivable? It never even crossed his mind. It did now though, and it made sense. But he didn't dwell on it for too long. No matter what dark magic had been used against him, it was he that was going to remember every act that his body had commited, every word that had come out of his mouth. The person who put the curse on him, made him do these things, that person wouldn't hear Jamie's screams in their nightmares, or in their waking hours either. That would be with Anthony for the rest of his life.
Anthony gripped onto Sorin as he pulled him close. He hated feeling like this, hated knowing that he was being so very needy. He actually felt rather pathetic, attaching himself to his friends and Sorin the way that he had been and not ever wanting to let go. But, they helped him. They told him everything that he needed to hear and they didn't judge him, despite the fact that he judged himself.
"I can still hear him screaming. All the time. And I feel his b-b-bones b-b-breaking in my hands and myself on top of him. I can still taste his b-b-blood." He shivered, hard, pressing himself more into Sorin and his arms.
"Pl-please don't ever leave my side again. I get into too much trouble on my own." First, he wandered into a fire, then Taff, and now this. It was like everything was out to get him! Anthony continued to shake. "I love you. So, so much. And I'm sorry." He couldn't believe that Sorin wasn't disgusted with him, that his boyfriend still wanted to be near him, loved him. But, God, he needed Sorin.