She gets the impression this has happened before. “Is Weles doing this to you?” He nods, mouth twisting in pain. “Punishing me.” “For me,” Liska says numbly. “For what we did. God, Leszy—” “It’s not your fault. It was—” He grimaces as another twig breaks through his skin, dangerously close to his vertebrae. “It was worth it, every second.”
