His efforts proving fruitful, Morr removed the bottle, carefully resetting the lid, the man who had just screamed in greater pain than he had when that finger-long piece of metal had somehow found its way through the slit between helmet and breastplate, piercing his lower throat and nailing his tongue to the underside of his upper jaw.<br/><br/>Setting the bottle where he had taken it from, Morr returned to the room where Mary and Zato resided, the former having fallen back into an uneasy slumber, the latter desperately trying to grant her peace with familiar closeness.<br/><br/>Absentmindedly, Morr noticed the bowl of nourishment he had requested earlier had been brought in his absence. Almost mechanically his jaws met one another as he ate, all the while swearing to himself to find out what had happened while he had been unconscious, before once again he laid himself back to sleep. He had long ago learned to stop waking up screaming.