When they were all done, and Tupariove had started putting away his tools - not cleaning them, just putting them away, and the syringes and hypodermic needles went into the same box they came out of - what was left of Sebastian raised his head for the last time. His one good eye was having trouble focusing again, everything fading in and out of his vision. He'd see Tupariove clearly, then just as a big pink blur, then clearly again.
"Why?" he said.
"What's that?" said Tupariove, not looking, just putting away things.
It took Sebastian a full minute to form the words. "Why? What did you want?" he said at last. There were no tears, there was no grief. Nothing was left. "What did you want?"
Tupariove put away the remains of his items in silence. Then he walked over to Sebastian and crouched in front of him. "You really don't know?" he said.
"No."
Adapted from Abraxas "Methods of Torture"
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