'Brown eyes stared holes into his back, hardened if Jason searched no deeper. Her father had not taught her to speak, but her eyes seemed to beg. Beg for him to get up, begged for forgiveness, begged to know if he was alright. Green battered around his brain like an angry sea, rage blindsiding him. The voice floated to his ear, hissing and spitting like a feral animal. "It'd be a favour," it snarled, "To put her out of her misery."' [Whumptober day thirteen]