Varius followed behind cleaning his Gladius, as he sheathed it into his waist scabbard, keeping his head down as he followed. To him these murmurs were familiar, that day fresh on his mind the rooms feeling familiar more and more as he looked at every corridor, every stone slab echoing to him of past victories but of his great mistake, his rage flooding back as not anger but depression his steps losing iron as he slowed down, stopping to look at a door… his eyes grew narrow with familiarity unable to hide it any longer as his hand touched the door “Why did I come back?” Varius said to himself yet loud enough for the other two to hear, his voice soft filled with sorrow, and sadness
“Why did I come back after what happened a year ago? What drove me to come back, to such a dishonorable thing in my life?” 

Varius looked at them, as he stepped forward. “I don’t know if I can do this…” Varius said uncertainly but his voice held this conviction like a hidden fire waiting to burst, he just needs encouragement to let his fire burn once more.