"[b]Aw shi-[/b]" was the only intelligible words he would be able to utter for the next five hours. Nothing he'd ever felt could compare to this. Any other pain was inconsequential. Nothing else existed except for the pinpricks of intense pain radiating throughout his body from those six points. Bristle didn't know if he screamed, he didn't know anything. All he could do was focus on existing, everything else vanished save for his own tortured body. An infinity of time passed as Bristle ran through his memories time and time again, desperately asserting his will upon himself.

 Bristle couldn't lose, not now. After the first moment of pain, losing wasn't an option anymore. He wouldn't suffer through this for nothing. Finally the pain left and Bristle could feel the world again, he'd survived. The cold feeling of the snow on his knees and the hard ground beneath it. Bristle viewed the area through his slowly returning vision. The master was sitting in his chair reading and watching them. 

Bristle viewed his own limp limbs with fascination, they were trembling minusculely and he wasn't strong enough to stop them. He felt a warm liquid drip out of his mouth and run down his throat before it quickly turned to the same chilling cold as everything else. It seemed he had bit the inside of his cheek causing bleeding. He couldn't feel the cut, he could barely feel anything besides the cold. Bristle wanted to say something witty, say anything really, but he couldn't. His attempts to emit any sort of noise were met with utter failure by his abused throat. So he simply stayed there on his knees, his limbs trembling, and stared at the master with fiery eyes. He'd passed this 'test' what could possibly be worse than this?