Gareth pried Sophia's hand off his shoulder. "No, Sophia... I failed him..." He blubbered, wet lines traced into his face from his eyes. He looked away from her and released her hand, him walking slowly to a table where he sat. He folded his arms on the table and buried his face in them; he tried to make sense of it all and figure out, not just what would happen to him, but to everyone else especially. He didn't feel comfortable at all, he didn't want to eat. He wished he had stayed in bed that morning, he wished he hadn't handed Redwyne the package Gareth was so unsuspecting of. It could've been the youth, he could have opened it and died. For him, that felt preferable, for at least in his mind he was expendable. The torture cut him deep in his soul, and he felt lost and helpless to the world.