Andrej sets his shirt neatly aside and takes in a shuddering breath before grasping the edge of the table once more, as if it will help support him in some way. And of course, written in another's hand, the faint traces of the word 'Pride' are already etched in faint traces of white scar tissue, some months ago as it was.

He doesn't want to have to say it. As much as some of his other experiences were so much more painful in a purely physical sense... no, there was nothing good about this. "Yes, as you will then."