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Silence fell. Thomas swiped at the tears on his face, trying to pull himself together. “I’m sorry,” he said, once he was certain he could speak. “I’m so sorry.”
He wasn’t sure if the other man heard him. Celyn’s ravaged face was bleak, his eyes far away.
So much tragedy and sorrow. He felt unmoored by it all. But he had learned at the hands of his own tragedies that time kept on going and life continued, even if everything within you wished it didn’t. “The one who did this—do you know who it is?”
The other man sat unmoving, lost in his memories of blood and pain. He took him by the shoulders and shook him slightly, not knowing what else to do, knowing only that he had to snap Celyn out of the grief or he could be lost there forever. “Celyn!”
The Welshman’s eyes focussed on him, ang
