“Iris…” Whispering out her name as he felt his memories muddle up even more, flashes of his daughter passing by as he groaned in pain. A memory of holding her in his arms for the first time when she was born, his wife there smiling. A happy memory, one that he had forgotten for so long, he had forgotten her face. The way her smile would light up the room, the crying child in his arms as they grew their family. “I forgot… the way she smiled.” Mumbling to himself in his delirious state as the memory faded into something far worse, the happy picture torn apart as a knife stabbed his wife. The blood curdling scream resonated through his mind, but he hadn’t realised that it was his own scream, the painful cry leaving his own lips. The child in the memory fading away alongside the image of his wife. 

“You remember Prince Caspain, right?” Tseng pursued not even wincing at the scream of the prisoner, this hadn’t been the first time he had questioned prisoners under this drug. 

“Cas.. pian.” The whisper left his lip as his head lulled forward; the pain hadn’t stopped subsided it felt like it was getting worse with each passing minute. His blood felt like it was burning under his skin, head pounding as he remembered various different things. “[b]Dead[/b].”

“So, he is dead, did you kill him?” Although it was hard hearing the fact the Prince was dead Tseng knew he had to press on, Jacob wanted to know where the body was. They all did because without a funeral there would be no closure, without a body it would only cause the King to spiral. The war would take a turn for the worse and no one was going to come out of it alive. 

“HAH. I killed him… I did that.” The grin returned to his face as his eyes glazed over. [i]I did that, right? I killed him? Smashed his head until he bled. Yes. That’s the truth?[/i] Frowning slightly as he tried to remember the truth, grunts of pain leaving his lips as he tried to focus. [i]Yes. I did that. Caspain is dead. The monarchy is dead. I caused that. I DID THAT.[/i] “Smashed that p-pretty little head until he was no more.” Coughing as he leaned forward grimacing, “Could paint a picture with all that blood.” 

“Where is his body? What did you do with it?” Continuing with his questions Tseng would not let up. 

“THERE IS NO BODY.” Regis shouted, the pain becoming too much, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?” He felt weak, his body trembled as the pain surpassed the withdrawal. Every inch of him felt like he was on fire, the pain would not stop. It would not subside, and it only worsened as time went on. 

“What do you mean no body?” Tseng leaned forward eyes narrowing. “If you co-operate, we will give you the antidote, it will take all that pain away. Trust me. It will only get worse.” 

“I BURNED the little pest. Can’t bury him, now can you?” Spitting at Tseng but as he did another cry left his lips as he whimpered backing down, the anger only made the pain worse. 

Leaning up he pressed his coms device that linked with the security, “Subject has confirmed the Prince is dead, that he has burned the body. No locations as of yet.” Speaking quickly over the comms device before glancing back at Regis who was swaying in the seat. “I am pushing for more however subject isn’t in the best frame of mind already.”