[He slouches a little more tightly at that, his head drooping as his shoulders creep up as if creating physical smallness will make the conversation easier.]

I don't know. I wasn't really -- I wasn't in the best condition.

[He remembers the hanging mostly. Being cut and pierced with enormous hooks over his shoulders, being hoisted up and left to hang for days as the blood slipped down his skin in endless rivers, kept alive only so he could pump more out.

Never again.]

Jemma said that it was an effort from everyone who was left. They tracked us down and interrupted the ceremony.