It Will Be Very Painful, For You
Prologue
He still didn't regret it. Even though he suffered for it, now and then, he would never, never regret saving her.
Despite his deformed face making it close to impossible to breathe. Despite the plague ravaging his body, burning through him. Despite the repeated attempts on his life when she was in the Pit and the savage abuse he suffered now. Despite the constant, nagging knowledge that he was still in here while she was up there in the light. The light that had previously meant nothing to him. When he was weak and delirious, she and the light were the same thing. Either way he looked at it, the light was gone.
Despite the torments from his body, his mind and the other inmates, he would contentedly endure if it meant she was safe, that she had a chance to survive.
The image of her running through the bright light away from the Pit- away from Hell itself- was all that kept him sane.
In his mind, he ran with her.