Thales did not feel well, not at all.
Aches rose and subsided continuously all over his body; cold irritated his joints so much that they trembled; hunger burned at his stomach and it felt as though it was well on its way towards burning a hole through him; the pain, itch, and numbness caused by old and new healed wounds tormented him; and the dizziness and fatigue that came after he had exhausted all his mental strength…
All kinds of negative senses invaded him like a flood.
The guards' cries and gasps sounded like faint echoes in his ears.
The sounds provide such great stimulation that Thales' field of vision began to waver.
The Sin of Hell's River, ever restless and wild, lay dormant within him, lifeless, as though it was a seriously-ill beast that refused to offer more help.
