"She's all right. She's..." Caleb said, the panic in Molly's voice knocking him back into reality, the panic seeping into him as well as he stepped in closer to the both of them, clinging quietly to Molly to try and reassure him. "She set him on fire. Lorenzo. After he... After... When he killed you, she threw a torch at him. For... you. Because it was all that we could do, to try and get rid of the threat so we could... I don't even know," Caleb said, heaviness weighing on his voice as he shook his head. What even could they have done? He was useless. He'd been useless the whole fucking fight, and the rest of them hadn't been able to do much more. The oil and torch had been a last ditch effort, Beau and Nott trying to put him down by casting him into the flames. And yet... "It should have... It should have effected him more, but he just isn't flinch. Just stood there, on fire, and fucking stared us down, and we couldn't... There wasn't anything we could do. There wasn't a damn thing we could do," Caleb said, his voice breaking hard as he let Yasha steer them into this random building that Caleb hadn't even seen coming up.
He just let himself be lead quietly, the blankness having settled into his features again as he tried to push down the panic and anxiety that kept trying to rise up in him. It wouldn't help anything. But that didn't mean he had any of it under control.
"We couldn't do anything," Caleb said dully, his eyes glazed over as he allowed himself to be lead. "We couldn't do a damn thing."