Emrys
Thane had been my brother in all the ways that mattered for centuries. I knew him better than I even knew myself. He was strong, willful, at times stubborn to a fault . He was none of those things now though.
He wasn’t strong. He was broken.
Like a child curled up in the corner of our cell. His body heaved and shook. He might have been crying but I couldn’t tell because his face was just a ruin of black and red burned flesh. The edges of his skin still smoked. I had tried to wipe the goop from his face but it caused him so much agony when his skin and meat came away that I stopped about twenty minutes ago.
At least I thought it was minutes. It could have been much longer. Time worked differently down here in hell. One second it was slow, agonisingly so and the next it was going s
