Tiber wasn't feeling good at all. His expression matched his mood, gloomy and dark. His dark eyes lacking the usual luster and now appearing like holes leading to despair.
He was in a cell with Slya, the two of them sharing the same mood, their expressions tight and helpless. It was the first time they would be feeling such a combination of emotions since they joined Vale.
The fact only made them feel more gloomy.
Looking at them, there was no scar on them, no wounds or sign of torture, and yet their eyes told a different tale.
The Akatsuki, Eirikr, had a way to torture. He always has a healer nearby to heal each wound he inflicted, healing and inflicting. This way, breaking the mind instead of the body. The unblemished body began to feel like a prison.
