Horror roiled in Tuck's stomach. Awful, twisted images of his own resuscitation bubbling to the surface of his mind, refusing to dissipate, floating there behind his eyes like oil on water. He had only had to suffer through that once. And he had thought that and three weeks in the sheriff's dungeon was bad-
"Freyr-" Tuck murmured, when his mouth could form words, "that's honestly one of the most horrifying things I have heard in a good long time. I'm so sorry you went through that."