As Dorian is pulled off of him, Harry slowly pushes himself upright, his
hand on his throat, gasping for breath. His head is ringing.
"I tortured you," he grates. He's not interested in protesting or denying
anything. "I split you open like a damned rabbit, again and again, and
watched as you healed yourself every time. And by God I am sorry for it—I
was not in my right mind and had I been, I never would have done such a vile thing, I swear to
you."
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Date: 2020-06-26 02:44 pm (UTC)As Dorian is pulled off of him, Harry slowly pushes himself upright, his hand on his throat, gasping for breath. His head is ringing.
"I tortured you," he grates. He's not interested in protesting or denying anything. "I split you open like a damned rabbit, again and again, and watched as you healed yourself every time. And by God I am sorry for it—I was not in my right mind and had I been, I never would have done such a vile thing, I swear to you."