Aery flinched. Went to the door, chucked all of her daggers but the silver one outside, ignoring the maid's yelp. "Take those to my rooms."
She turned slowly and walked back to stand next to Celaena, her entire body shaking. "I can't, Celaena. I won't. Even if you hadn't talked to me that day, I'd be just as broken of a person right now. My first street-mentor, Aiden? His whole gang got... got captured and taken to Calaculla." She absently rubbed her fingers across the shiny shackle scars on her wrists, and over the newer scars, a multitude of raised lines criscrossing each other. Scars that had been her only way of keeping her sanity.
"I'd still be rotting in Calaculla with them, Celaena, if you hadn't reached out to me. Or I'd be starving on the streets, selling my body for coppers just so that I might get a piece of bread." She choked on a sob. [i]But Aiden and Tazz and everyone else would still be alive and you'd not have been tortured and Ame never would have had to kill a man. I hate you, Celaena. But not as much as I hate myself.[/i]