Six.

[He gives the honest answer before he can think otherwise, rattled as much by the discrepancy between their torments as the short, cynical thought--only two? Lucky bastard--that crosses his mind but thankfully finds no place on his lips. He shakes his head, faintly, trying to dispel the lingering trace of it.]

I don't like the way they look at me, either. Some of them are...easier to weather than others, but none of them are exactly comfortable.