Bab 188: 3.13.4 Need some muscle?

It's been days in this dream, the gnashing sounds of bones echoed in the world as his captors made sure that Farhad never regenerated. While their laughter at their success sounded like mockery in his ears.

"She will come… they will come." He thought to himself, he hoped for a rescue, but in this world made of dreams, he didn't even know what was real or not.

Sometimes he will be in the forest and sometimes in a sewer, with a few times being his home. With the only constant being the mocking laughter as well as the sounds of flesh breaking apart with a saw.

"They will." It felt like a curse. No, it was a curse. He knew it well and had come to accept it somewhat.

Or so he thought, as when put under duress, he started to break. His violent truth was not there to hide him from the carnage he pushed onto others. His mind was blurry and filled with regrets and hope.