Oland, the moment Northern started speaking, dropped his shoulders. The color on his face, even though paled by fear before, totally dried out now. His eyes were almost glassy.
His entire demeanor fell and shattered as Northern continued to press his words. It did not break him; the man was already broken.
Northern's words just reminded him of his sin, thus causing his sufferings to resurface. The guilt and pain he had carried so much that they had drawn out the life in him became apparent.
However, none of that concerned Northern. He spared not even a glance of sympathy to Oland, despite the sorrow on his face being apparent.
"You think looking like that would make me pity you even a bit?"
Oland slowly moved, he bent his head to the ground, kowtowing before Northern.