Why should I want to see it? It hurts, I just want to forget about it. *turns away slightly, bad images flooding into his head. He remembers writhing in pain, screaming, willing to do anything to make it stop*

"What are you?"

"Please-"

*wires being ripped out of his chest, unable to more or do anything but feel agony* "Answer me!"

*sobbing* "I'm scum, I'm rust, scrap, I'm nothing, my lord."

"Filth.. That's what you are, you pathetic piece of garbage."

*body aching, wings in tatters, his fingers dangling useless and broken from his hands* "Yes, my lord."