Kothar could have recognized the orange jumpsuit from miles away, let alone within the confines of the control center.
But the broad, handsome face that Kothar had met was now gone, instead, the pale skin was now a patchwork of dark blue, pink and yellow, a mess of bruises.
The dark hair which had been curly and shining was dull, thanks to the sweat and blood that caked it.
A swollen and torn lip, as well as a small gash on one corner of his head completed the look.
When Kothar had first seen the invaders arrive, he had thought long about how he would punish the man who had given up Eclat's location, somehow using Kothar to find it.
"I'll go, I'll go." Xerev whimpered as he heard Kothar's footsteps approaching him. It seemed that he had already experienced more suffering than Kothar had been imagining he would exact against the crumpled mess of a man before him.
