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In hindsight, it was all his fault.
Why had he refused to break down the cathedral door? Why had he refused to listen to the inquisitor, even doubted he was the inquisitor at all? Instead they had wasted precious time going the long way through interrogations and sewers, only to arrive just a little too late.
Now the pontiff was dead, and it was all his fault.
Surely Temenos must have had those thoughts as well. When he leaves for the night, Crick is alone with his guilt once again.
Tonight, he swears, he will make up for his failure.