Thread:YingHe/@comment-38701854-20190608142448/@comment-36159587-20190609024601

 Hitan put a hand over his forehead, as if relieving the memories themselves were causing him a whole lot of pain. Finally, after a while, he mustered an answer.

 He took a sharp breath. "I was distracting him, right? But I thought that even if the worst did happen, it would end quickly. I was wrong. He..." he stopped talking, slowly breathing in again.

 "He ripped my wings into the tiniest bits possible, so that what I had to endure as it happened was...the most he could get out of it. He was laughing the entire time. After that...it wasn't enough for him."