Many things cause agony. Once again, standing here, Damon's body was in shambles. His legs trembled as if they might buckle at any moment, yet he forced them to remain locked beneath him. Blood dripped from his elbows to the floor in slow, stubborn taps, but still there was a fierce will in his eyes.
"What grave sin have I committed now..."
Damon whispered through the pain in his body. His fingers twitched uncontrollably, as if every nerve screamed.
"I have come to certain conclusions about the trial of sin. At first I thought what this trial punished was the crime linked to a sin, but after all I was wrong."
He raised his mangled hand. Bone cracked audibly beneath torn flesh. His tongue had been shredded, and every word scraped his throat like shards of metal, but Damon endured. He had relived every lie he had ever told, and the agony clung to him like a second skin.
