"I am surprised you did not cast blame on me with Yuri," Prada said aloud as she slipped off him and gathered herself into a droplet at his feet. He shook his head in disgust and said, "I'll blame you myself, but that's between you and me. In the broader scheme of things, you're my responsibility, and what I decide to do at your suggestion is my fault. I'll just have to know better in future than to listen to you."
