[The skin is sensitive and he shivers at the delicate touch.]

I...it's hazy. Flashes. I don't know if it's from blacking out or maybe my mind just...shut down from the trauma. I didn't want to...embellish what it was if I couldn't remember it properly. It was important I kept it to...to facts I guess...

I remember...that they wanted to know my limits. How long would I take to heal. How much could I heal from? What was the lasting damage? How far could my body be pushed.

I felt...I felt like a weapon. Being stress-tested.