She was so young, and what was he doing to her?
What were any of them doing?
Celsus closed his eyes, and maybe if he couldn't see her - maybe if he couldn't look at her, it would be easier, it wouldn't be as painful, it wouldn't - he would be able to move past it. Maybe he could convince himself he was doing the right thing this way.
Or maybe he was just running away from it all, as usual.
That's all you're ever good at, anyway, isn't it Celsus?
He took a step back away from her, his throat working hard as he swallowed painfully.
"I never claimed to be a hero," said Celsus hoarsely, finally opening his eyes again. "I never claimed to be anything at all."
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