Celes felt her insides freeze, as though her heart had stopped and then it crowed in delightful triumph. She should have listened to her instincts about that odious little butler, should have warned Luxord.

Not that he would've listened, but to directly withhold his activities... "And his help? What did they do to you? Is this," she motioned to his relative state of injury, "their handiwork?" Augh, she felt foolish for having faith in him. Men were faithless creatures even with hearts, without, who knew what they were capable of?