'That was what it was always for—?' said Sulien, his voice roughened and thick. 'That's what we were for, to do that for him?'
'Una had dropped with a shudder into Varius' arms, resting there with her eyes shut, as if she'd just crawled out of freezing water. She reached for Sulien's shoulder, and whispered, 'It's over now.'
'I could have killed him and not even hesitated,' Sulien said. 'This is worse.'
'No,' cried Maralah bitterly, 'no, it's far better than he deserves.'
'It was already there,' said Una, slowly. 'You could see that, couldn't you? He was doing it to himself. All we did was ... finish it.'
'Rome will be safe,' said Makaria, though her face looked pinched and paled. 'The war will end. Remember that, if it's difficult to bear.
Sulien nodded and muttered unevenly. 'Let's get away from him.'
— Sophia McDougall, Savage City
For context, this is the moment in a dystopian, alternate history trilogy in which a ragtag resistance army of abuse-surviving women, people who escaped from slavery, people of colour, and other dispossessed people defeat a crazed racist, rapist emperor (whose only experience with leadership prior to illegitimately taking power was to run one Olympic Games) who started a global war as a form of distraction, and has an arsenal of terrifying weapons.
Lest you think the metaphor is a bit heavy-handed, this book was published in 2011!