The man's face contorts and I observe the pus-filled cuts on his face and the dark socket where his eye should have been. He would be screaming if his vocal chords had not been so damaged by his screams as he was mutilated. My mind, elsewhere breaks every connection, every memory of his, causing much more mental damage than what has been done to his body. And for a while I find nothing until I reach the root of everything he is. And I find what I look for and I have found them.

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