I came to and found Ormal's face close to mine, healing something. “Why are you doing this?”
“Stop fighting them and they will stop hurting you,” Ormal hissed fiercely, keeping his voice to a whisper, his furtive eyes dancing.
“What did they do to you?”
His eyes bulged and he started shaking. “Give in, before it's too late.”
“No.”
“It's pointless, believe me, I know, there's no fighting him, no winning, give in, he will have what he wants, no matter what it takes, no matter what…”
Maybe he said more. Maybe I passed out. I don't know. Things tended to run into each other. Faces, people, questions. And then it was over.