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(He can feel the shackles, the chains, weighing him down or holding him tight against the side of a cliff. The stench of Dark creatures became part of him; he could never be rid of it. They tortured him in so many ways... They burned him, cut him, removing the majority of one ear when they sliced through his hair.

He can feel all of what was done to him in that hell and it is difficult for him to pull himself out of those memories.)

It would not be ours. (It would be theirs, his mind concludes.)