Rather than answer Celestia, he stood up and went over to a cot that one of the guards brought in before his outburst.  The cot was too small for him, but it was the best they could find on such short notice.  He picked up the cluster of silver necklaces that rested on top of the green canvass.  Shane stared at the collection of silver tags, with defeated look in his eyes.  “I shouldn’t be here.  I shouldn’t even be alive.”  He paused and withdrew slightly.  “You know what the fucked up, ironic truth is?” It was obviously a rhetorical question, so Celestia waited silently for him to continue.  “It was my job to keep them safe.”