“Finn? Finnley? Wake up,” I said softly through a mind link.
He didn't reply, but he obviously heard me, because he instantly began trying to pull himself up from the ground. He managed to get onto all fours and crawled like a baby towards a thin white blanket that was in the middle of his chamber. It was heartbreaking to watch him try to move around, he was clearly broken. When he reached the blanket, he sat down on the floor and pulled the blanket up, struggling to wrap it around his battered naked body. As the blanket slid across his skin, part of it turned red when it came into contact with his open wounds. I gasped as I watched him struggle to cover himself.
“Finn, it's okay, you don't have to cover up on my account. Just leave it.”
“No! They have taken my Fianna, my friends, my family and my strength. They will not take my dignity too!” He snapped back at me in a rough and harsh voice.
“Okay,” I replied simply, I didn't want to make him feel any worse than he already did.