“Are you suffering?” I ask Antonius quietly. He nods. Tears in his eyes. “Yes.” Barely audible. Rasping. Rattling. “Vis,” warns Emissa. I ignore her. Walk up to him. He trembles at my approach. I lean in close, my mouth at his ear, so that only he can hear. “Good.” His plaintive, weeping moans follow us into the darkness.
God..........
