Sutherland wondered how well Connor could see him, with blood filling both of his eyes and all that flesh around them so crimson and bloated. Probably not well, especially considering the excruciating pain he must be feeling, pain eating through his cells, into his brain . . . He snapped the lid shut, thinking of Oswald. The doctor had never had a stomach for torture, either as participant or observer. Leadership wasn’t for the weak. Men in charge had to be capable of doing what others would not, including the extraction of the information needed for survival, the sort that would never be surrendered any other way. And yet as he walked to the door without any parting words to the traitor, he wondered if Connor had really surrendered all there was. Maybe he would return later, to see if an evening alone with his pain might make him even more talkative. Sutherland stepped out of the chamber and fell immediately back, startled, against the door he’d just closed behind himself.
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