York stared blankly at Sai Zong, his mind long shattered, his only reaction a mere glimpse into the Power of Fury.
"I'm sorry for making you endure so much."
Sai Zong embraced York, also embracing the Thorny Pain Lock.
The frenzied, bloodthirsty thorns completely calmed down, as did York's fragmented heart.
Like a dying flashback, a hint of color returned to York's eyes in the calm, as if his mind briefly climbed out of that abyss of despair.
"Wha... what happened?"
York asked blankly, and then the surging memories engulfed him, scenes of slaughter and violence in the Butcher's Pit flashed before his eyes, countless shattered faces filled York's vision.
Scarlet tears burst from York's eyes, his body convulsing violently in agony. If Sai Zong hadn't restrained his power, perhaps he would have committed suicide at the first touch of the nightmare, seeking release from this despair.
"It's nothing, just dreams," Sai Zong soothed York, "merely dreams."
"Really?"
