[ This may be the most agonizing minute of his life, and he's endured torture. He wants to yank Iorveth away from these hungry creatures, but he only clenches his fists, his own nails digging into his palms. It's a relief when the minute finally ends, and he tugs Iorveth back by the hand, hesitant to leave him so close to the spawn who were just fondling his veins a moment before.
He stares at their plaintive faces, unmoving.
"We did what you asked," Sebastian says. "Please. You can't leave us here."
Instead of replying, he says, distantly, ] Cazador would have used magic to keep the imprisoned.
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He stares at their plaintive faces, unmoving.
"We did what you asked," Sebastian says. "Please. You can't leave us here."
Instead of replying, he says, distantly, ] Cazador would have used magic to keep the imprisoned.
[ Another glance Iorveth's way. ]
His staff will still be— with him.
[ With the bloody wreckage of his body. ]