[Julian lets his head fall into his hands, the heels digging into his eyes. He wants to believe her; a part of him does. But no matter how much he believes it, what he did tore something from him, some piece he can't seem to get back. His brows furrow; tears full his eyes, and he hates himself for it.

There's a telling roughness to his voice - he sounds lost. He feels lost.]

Is this what this is all about? I just want to make a difference. Protect- [He stops there for a moment. Protect people.] Not this. I don't want this to be the sacrifice.