this is going well

[Yet how could it have gone so swiftly? He tries to think not on the agony of flesh torn by teeth, ground like wheat beneath the grinding stone, a slow and excruciating labor; nor on the dying groans scraping his companion's throat, choking out the incipient cries for mercy. Tears seize him then and strangle any response he might give. There rises a shudder from him before silence thickens; a moment passes before he can grasp words.]

You must pardon me - I am overcome by my grief once more.