When the binds released him Ambrose too fell into his chair. His body ached and his head throbbed. It felt like someone had tried to wear his skin, which was a pretty good way of describing it. He took the glass and downed the drink, trying to feel a bit more 'human'.
"You may have, but I never wanted anyone to see me like that. Especially those I hold in high esteem." He swallowed twice after all the drink was gone.
"I am sorry, DeWitt but I am already there." Could he even call him Emerson? Their friendship had been destroyed hadn't it? He leaned back breathing, for all it was worth trying to squash the feelings of regret and self loathing back their they belonged.