It was exhausting—especially since he kept losing consciousness every time he woke up. Pain was the only way to fully rouse him; that had been Cyn's idea.
But Xyrene opposed him.
"To what reality will he wake up?" she said coldly. "If I were in his place, I would prefer death over living like this. How is he supposed to accept himself? He had one form, and you turned him into something entirely different—into something grotesque. Someone who won't even be able to look at himself. Every single day, he will relive that mental state. Every day, he'll imagine what he used to be."
"He'll live without the inner courage to remove those bandages. He'll live, and those bandages will live with him. All of his former acquaintances will forget him. He won't have the courage to meet anyone like this. Worse still—even if he tried, they wouldn't accept him. They wouldn't recognize him. He is no longer just a disfigured body; he is a new person. A hideous one."
