There were still some patches of good here and there, but for the most part, sooner or later, almost everyone veered onto the paths that were concerned with death, or other horrific things.
On the way, they passed corridor into which Jonah couldn't even look, and seeing this, the mousy man smirked and said, "You want to go for another visit? They are your countrymen, after all – I'll wait. You can even have a go at the torture rack, if you like."
Jonah felt like digging the guts out of this little guy who always found the most effective things to say to rattle him, but controlling himself, he said, "They bore me. I care more about the fate of the rest of the continent."
Saying so, he shot a glance at the corridor, and as soon as he did so, he couldn't help but remember the thousands of poor souls who were being tortured, to this day, because they did not want to give up their freedom and embrace the Church.
