Wickedness is an understatement.
But Raith didn't even have the strength to argue, the next time he opened his eyes was to the strawed ceiling and intense cold that closed in from the window above his head.
He flung up but with the same degree, pain struck his entire body, his back, hands, and legs especially and the old man alertedly stood up from his shout.
"Young man!"
Volmak shouted, looking at Raith with a longing gaze but showing restrictions as he wanted to hug him and congratulate him on his safe return.
Raith had sank back to the bed because he had no stamina to retain himself, he was laid like a man who had a stroke at least he still had enough strength to look sideways.
He turned to the man and his eyes rolled down, two knee holes were carved into the concrete already cracking it.
'...did he kneel...'
