Ryan sat there, his head in his hands. “Okay… so I’m going to die.” He spoke looking around, he looked up and continued “Okay I have no idea who I’m talking to… and there I go again.” After five deep breathes he got up and walked over to the far left hand wall. Now the collar could only shock him if it had a power supply. He started using the mirror in the room, and the glass window, to look at the back of the thing. He’d been doing it for about an hour when a guard walked in.<br/>“Hello Ryan,” He spoke,  his face was horribly scared and Ryan swallowed hard. “I see you remember me, what you won’t remember is the scar on my face. That’s what they do to guards who let their prisoners go.” He clenched his fist and walked over to Ryan, smashing him hard in the gut.<br/>Ryan falls to the flow, choking, attempting to get his breathe back but before he can the guard leaps on him. He kicks Ryan’s chest, then his face, then he goes back to the chest. This goes on until the guard is completely tired out, then the friend with him takes over.<br/>They tag team like this for nearly two hours before they left him there. Lying in a pool of his own blood and barely able to breathe Ryan closed his eyes and thought out, in the hopes Ureil would hear him through her blood<br/><span style="font-style: italic">I'm sorry... I can't... can't keep going</span>he reached out to her, weather the Uriel he was seeing was a figment of his imagination or the real thing he didn't know he just wanted to hold her hand as he died either way.