"Why didn’t you tell me? If it had to happen to one of us, why did it have to happen to you?" hank moaned over his dead lover’s grave the others already back inside the mansion.

"Why, why I could have found a cure, I would have worked harder," hank said shaking with anger and wet, screaming at the open weeping sky.

"Why you fucking bastard, why?" he howled to the wind, collapsing with his grief.

"I would have tried harder," he whispered, not feeling the arms dragging him back.