A/N: I've had a few comments, so I'll just put it out there. This Tuesday is the day, in my head cannon, where Karofsky attempts suicide. So, it is Karofsky's father who is crying as his child is carried in, mostly dead.
He sits at edge of the tallest tower in the kingdom. He has been betrayed by his fellows. He will die soon. He has one chance for escape, for intercession, will not come plead his case. His mother loves him, but not as much as she loves her estate.
They have pinioned his arms, putting a stake through each elbow and weighting his wrists down. He sits with his back against the cold stone wall, awaiting what will happen.
He is proud. He refuses to look at the two traitors, who sit keeping guard. They are warm, dressed in cloaks and fine trousers. He has been stripped to his tunic and stocking feet. He cannot look at them. The dark haired one was his best friend, named godfather to his son. The blond was his lover, once. Until he betrayed him.
The wind buffets him, howling constantly. He shakes against its mightier force. It sounds like a man who has had his heart ripped out.
When no one is listening, when the sentries go away to the bathroom or to eat, or what ever they do, he cannot help himself. He cries out. He cries for his mother, and her God. He cries for his father. He cries for someone to free him.
The guards bring a witch over to torment him further. She takes a hammer and pounds the spike further into her arm.
The witch is asking him a question. What is his name?
Names have power. He will not give her power.
Does he smoke?
He likes his meat boiled.
And, he knows he will not die in a fire. He has been shot before, shot with arrows and left for dead. But, arrows would not kill him.
He will be pressed to death.
And, he is sure the witch is here to bring him to his sentence.
She leans in to touch him, and he twists away.
"No!" He cries, twisting in her grip. "No!"
She has worked her magic, though. Her touch has magical powers. It fells him in a single blow.
The world explodes into a riot of colors and sounds and darkness.
The seizure takes control of his body and mind.