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4:19 PM
Hullo Britain,
I'm tired. Exhausted, really. Spell burns really sap your energy.
For those of you who aren't familiar with the sensation, it feels as if your skin were on fire. In fact, an actual fire would be better, because eventually, your nerve endings would just be seared away by the flames and you'd feel nothing at all. This? It keeps your nerves singing and singing in agony.
But I'd gladly bear a body riddled in such burns, because the ten muggleborns we rescued from your government facilities at 52.103373, 1.165949 have suffered so much worse. Five have already died. Their skin was falling off, you see. It had turned to near liquid, pulling away from bone and muscle like wet paper. Their nerves though, were very much alive. It hurt and hurt and we shot them up with so much morphine to put them out of their own misery.
Three probably won't see the end of the week. Their limbs are so swollen. They are hardly limbs anymore. We have to keep draining them, else we fear they may very well explode.
The last two? They'll bear the scars of their experience -- upon nearly every inch of their bodies, there is hardly a patch of skin left untouched, someone was very efficient -- for the rest of their lives.
Ironically, all of this was done for the noble purpose of Healing, so that the witches and wizards of Great Britain -- that is, all of you -- can live long, healthy and relatively prosperous lives. So the next time you visit a Healer, I hope you will spare a thought for how many people suffered slow, agonising deaths for your treatment. I do hope it was worth it.
I'm tired. Exhausted, really. Spell burns really sap your energy.
For those of you who aren't familiar with the sensation, it feels as if your skin were on fire. In fact, an actual fire would be better, because eventually, your nerve endings would just be seared away by the flames and you'd feel nothing at all. This? It keeps your nerves singing and singing in agony.
But I'd gladly bear a body riddled in such burns, because the ten muggleborns we rescued from your government facilities at 52.103373, 1.165949 have suffered so much worse. Five have already died. Their skin was falling off, you see. It had turned to near liquid, pulling away from bone and muscle like wet paper. Their nerves though, were very much alive. It hurt and hurt and we shot them up with so much morphine to put them out of their own misery.
Three probably won't see the end of the week. Their limbs are so swollen. They are hardly limbs anymore. We have to keep draining them, else we fear they may very well explode.
The last two? They'll bear the scars of their experience -- upon nearly every inch of their bodies, there is hardly a patch of skin left untouched, someone was very efficient -- for the rest of their lives.
Ironically, all of this was done for the noble purpose of Healing, so that the witches and wizards of Great Britain -- that is, all of you -- can live long, healthy and relatively prosperous lives. So the next time you visit a Healer, I hope you will spare a thought for how many people suffered slow, agonising deaths for your treatment. I do hope it was worth it.