Pain seemed to happen rapidly and without any predictability. He barely felt the blow to his jaw before he hit the ground, and his whole body protested yet again. He bit back a scream. He felt Rosier's wand poke him in the chest, and he closed his eyes, preparing himself for relief, for nothingness. He was ready. It didn't even suprise him how ready he was. He had had enough.
He heard Rosier's proposition as though from a distance. The darkness that surrounded his mind seemed to open a chink, as though to suggest a light at the end of a long, long tunnel. He opened his eyes. "You're lying," he growled, gritting his teeth against the pain. His head throbbed where Rosier had hit him and where he had hit the floor, and his arms, shoulders and back, numb for so long, were in agony.