Ayziel
"At the rate we are pushing him, he might never make it out of here alive," Belizar's assistant hissed, glaring at his master.
Ayziel's vision was blurry from the pain and the number of times he had lost consciousness when the session began. He could barely muster the strength to lift his head but he listened to every word they said.
"He is to be treated like every other species in this forte," Belizar drawled, unconcerned. He stood at the entrance of the cell room, irritated that his assistant had stopped him on his way out to discuss something as trivial as Ayziel's treatment.
"He is the king's son," the assistant argued.
"He was sent here by his father for the treatment," Belizar growled, sizing up his assistant. "Besides, he is better off dead if he can not reform. Continue with the treatment as planned. I have someone else to attend to," he added, turning to leave.
