It was a sickening sound, that which ricocheted off the cell walls and resonated down the stone halls. Snap, slash, slurck, AAAAAGGGGCCCHH! In a ceaseless, seamless, mindless cycle. It was almost comforting, a pattern one could find asylum in, assurance. Stability. They were not stable, and he was not stable, and sanity was nowhere to be found, but it was all in the pattern anyway.
It made him sick.
But he'd always been reliable, a back-up plan, the gallowglass. A guardian. At least, he liked to think so. He felt some trace of it, what he used to be, that he'd had something precious to protect and he gave it everything he had. Apparently he gave it his mind as well, because that was long gone.
Anyway, there was always the pain, and the fear, and the loss... those were always with him, his only constant companions. And wasn't he so lucky to have those at least?
For they were so generous in providing his sorrow in such a stable, 8^5t5678%##%8( peaceful, *8^* *6**%$$3# forgivingmanner and hewassograteful ..
He was in pieces...
ahem...
He is at peace.