"Some," Asher relented quietly and he looked over at Xavier, almost seeking guidance right now. He was feeling trapped and intimidated, but at the same time, he knew he needed help. He couldn't keep fighting all this off because Brodie needed him. He just didn't know how to handle showing someone who was still human what all this was, trying to make them understand. Especially considering the fact Brodie had been terrified to see him. Asher could still hear his ear-piercing scream in that cemetery and see the absolute fear all over his face before he passed out. "Logan and Eric both tried. I just didn't want them near me. You don't understand, I didn't want any of this. I wanted to die. I hate this. I hate what I am. I hate feeding, I hate existing."

He paused and then took a small antique pistol from the inner breast pocket of his jacket, still nursing Brodie protectively. He put the weapon in Ben's hands. "The only thing that has stopped me ending it is Brodie. There was this... sensation of him. Like I needed to have him, consume him, have him consume me. It was constantly thrumming away inside me and it was just getting stronger and stronger. I didn't want Eric and Logan near me after the initial first days. I wanted to rip them apart every time they were near me."