Raphael whimpered in pain and trembled in terror at the idea of having his mouth sewn up. He knew it was coming, he knew it was inevitable but he shouldn't have provoked. Then again, what he could he do? Even now, as Lazar drained him, he felt a feeling he hadn't felt before. He felt faint. The room started to spin, everything was dizzy and cried out as the floor and ceiling swapped.

He clasped his eyes closed, feeling the blood drain from him as his eyes rolled back and he went limp in Lazar's arms.