With patience wrongs are turned right

[Claudius Aston]

End here?

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[/html] She ignored him. If there was any fate more cruel than this, Claudius would challenge one to find it. He came here to offer his help, but she laughed at him and attacked him. Although he would have liked to say the only thing she had damaged was his pride: but that wasn't true. He trembled and ached and bled and oozed and he hated himself for it. A prisoner could do more damage to him than he could to her. It wasn't as though he wanted to hurt her: it just hurt to know that he was the one always being harmed whenever he tried to do something good.

He was useless. He had accepted this long ago, but now, he fully realized it. With a shuddering sigh, he backed up and then collapsed into a corner. With her back to him, he curled up into a ball and cried silently, wishing he could do more and hating himself for not being able to. [html]

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