I'm still recovering from the wounds my Target inflicted on me. As predicted, breakfast this morning was unpleasant. Far more unpleasant for poor Moral, of course.
He's beside me at the moment, completely Bound as he was in our first meeting. Standing with his back straight, his hands clasped in front of him, and his head bowed. Eyes closed, of course. He can hear and feel everything, but his vision is gone. Of course, I could let him see, but on the off-chance he would recognize his surroundings before his termination, well...it would be remarkably foolish.
3 days remain.