Louis strode up behind Micah. He'd know the cane anywhere. Had he used it to hurt Sam? Perhaps it could find a new use. He'd been given knowledge of a world of old punishments when they made him this way, and there was a wheel he remembered, bone breaker, render of flesh. It required a bar to tie the limbs to, didn't it?
"Micah." The word was a breath, almost at his ear. He reached out the grab the back of his skull. Time to sleep, now.