He couldn’t breathe. Guards yelled at him, and the only reason they didn’t touch him was because Radko stood over him and protected him. Abram must have warned her because she didn’t touch him. “Let him recover.” “What’s he making that noise for? Shut him up.” He was still singing a single note. “It’s how he copes with the jumps.” The guard didn’t believe her. “No one gets affected by the jumps.” Ean gasped for air and tried to stand up. He tripped over the rope that chained him. “Just move,” the guard ordered. Finally, Radko loaded Ean onto the back of the guard in front of him—his name was Losan—and they resumed with a shuffling walk that had more to do with the timing of line eleven’s beats than anything else. “I can’t breathe,”
