"That is the one already done," Andrej notes, sparing Hector's own list a look, a flush of shame passing over him at the lists by comparison. At least this was someone who had some hope of redemption, perhaps. The whole thing is shameful, really, to be forced to inscribe, and bear these words. But the penalty for not doing so is worse.

"...Wrath, perhaps, as it is mostly straight lines," he says, trying to be practical. He lifts one of his hands from the table, trying to will it it be still, to not shake so from the withdrawal of the drug he had gone so mad on. "I am sorry, that I am in such a state. Even so, I should try to go as lightly as possible, with whichever one you can bear. There are places that it would hurt less, over thickness of muscle rather than near the bone -- shoulder, or back."