It gave Kid some hope, but he was still in pain knowing that his Trey was hurt.
Rand turned to his fellow prisoners before announcing, “Behold the Almighty’s most beautiful of creations.” And they cheered out, clearly enjoying how Treycore was so horribly disfigured…how badly his body was damaged.
A few guards pushed through the crowd and took Treycore’s body. Aerysn assured him they were carrying him off to the infirmary. He and Kid returned to their cell shortly after, where Kid beat his fists against him.
“You shit! You didn’t do anything,” Kid shouted.
Aerysn moved quickly, wrapping his arms around him to restrain him and covering his mouth. “I couldn’t, Kid,” he whispered. “You know that.”
Kid recalled hearing those awful sounds coming from his lover’s mouth as he watched him suffer so much, his body being ripped apart right before him. As Aerysn pulled his hand away from Kid’s mouth, Kid said, “I want to see him again. I want to be with him.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
Kid turned to him. “You don’t understand, Aerysn. I need this. I need to be with him again. Please.”
Aerysn studied Kid’s expression. Kid could see his apprehension, his worry, his fear, but he must’ve known that Kid wasn’t as concerned about his own life as he was setting Treycore at ease. “I’ll see what we can do.”
