'Why won't they just leave me alone?' I wondered. 'All of this is pointless so why the hell am I being moved around instead of them putting an end to my misery?'
I could feel my whole body being flooded with extremely pure healing energy, the extreme pain subsiding to a more comfortable degree, but somehow my eyes didn't show any signs of healing, and my vocal cords stopped working after my first plea for release.
'I miss the old days. When I could crack my dry jokes while getting my bones broken by some crazy psychopath.'
I could hear the mutterings of what I presumed would be the elven folk as my body was being transported continuously.
'But this fate I'm forced to face is just too much for me to bear. Miriam was supposed to come to Vossier today; I wonder if I'll feel the same way I felt before I left.'
My body was placed on a soft object—most likely a bed—and I could hear voices that had to belong to old men.
"What happened to this young man, Andor?"
