"Since being thrown in a big hole to be buried alive." He gave a thin lipped smile with puffed out cheeks. "Yes." He knew what it was like to be tortured. He'd seen in her eyes then that so many decades ago where she was just a girl crying to go home, he'd been that same source of torture. It wasn't in him anymore unless he needed it to defend himself.
She was being awfully pleasant. "No knives hiding on you now?" Maybe she wanted to gut him for having such insane thoughts that day.