“Torture?”
I thought. “Yes.”
“For her?”
“There isn't,” I said.
“If there was?”
I made no answer.
“It's blind Want. And there's nothing ever been put into you to stand against it. What are you going to do with the rest of your lives?”
“No end of things.”
“Nothing.”
“I don't believe you are right,” I said. “I believe we can save something—”