It's his second time with all this. He wants to think he's better this time around, but he's not so sure that's a good thing. He takes a breath as the other man instructed him before, until he's able to truly keep steady.

"I'll try and be quick," He says, and it's the last warning before he starts. He braces one hand on Andrej's back as he begins to carve lines of letters. He presses the knife, letting the pressure and sharpness of the blade do most of the work in hopes that that will hurt less.

There's a moment in which his breath sounds too much like a sob and he brings that bracing hand up to silence himself (no doubt smearing blood on his face). He's not the one in pain. But he hates this. He hates every second of it. And the most can offer is to keep along.

"I'm sorry," He says. And yet the word Wrath bleeds down the man's back.