He slowly steadies himself. "I'd... I'd heard stories. But... you always hear stories. I didn't think they... they were real. Or that... that they'd..." He starts to turn his head towards Tho-- no, he couldn't bring himself to see it, to think of his friend, in such a condition. The prisoner. But he couldn't bear to see the horrific sight again. Charles shivers, and, while he says the words, they sound like someone else is saying them. "Would it just be better to... put him out of his misery?"