It's such a simple thing- breathing. His chest aches as his lungs expand and he cannot shake the sensation of being a hallow shale, not entirely unlike blown glass. Like the barest nudge will have him cracking.

Who is he trying to fool- he has already cracked and been pasted back together haphazardly.

How long had he been hanging from that hook? Everything from the ambush to this latest iteration of 'the rescue' is a blur. He's tired of being wrong but wants so dearly for this to be it. For this to be true. His breathing evens out somewhat, nd he cannot help but wonder. "Why come?"