The soft light makes it hard to see, so the figure approaching only fills Remiel with dread. With the very little strength he has, he tries to push himself away from whatever is coming toward him, growling in pain as his wound compresses and then opens further. He can't breathe well enough to speak, or even to growl. All he can do is grimace as he uses his arms to get barely inches further back.

Beaten, humiliated...and now...who even knows...