simpler than you thought
You gave them the names. All of them. Jelenik, Szmania, Guar, Imhotep, Salasi, Yun, Indrasutthan, Holt.
Faisel knows it. HIs broken face, his darkened eyes tell you the brief moments he lifts from the stupor of a visit. You cover his lacerations, damp his fever, moisten his battered lips, force morsels past his chipped teeth. His pulse barely registers, but his fury, his contempt, is more alive than you will ever feel again.