She had no compassion, and he didn't intend for her to show it. She hated him as much as anyone. Right now Paris was alone and all that time down in hades made him feel the impact of it. He couldn't help it. He dropped his hands and started to cry like the coward he was. He didn't know what was going on, and even with the lights off, the back of his head was still pounding and caked with dried blood.