"You are not a creature, Glacius," Carlisle insists, repeating something he's said time and time again. "You are my friend... the closest I've ever had. And I'm- I'm sorry that this shade of myself, this shapeshifter with my form has planted such doubts in you."

Just like the people of Bear Den. He never fully recovered from that day the Inquisitors showed up at his church; for all he knows, he and Glacius may never recover from this one. His heart would like to say they will, but his sense of dread and defeat tells him otherwise.

"I... I am sorry," he tries again, his hands tearing at his eyes to hide his shame. "I truly am."