[Galiel squeezes his eyes shut and mouths the words along with Ben as Shaitan's claws trace slow, bloody furrows down his back between the wings. He's shaking in the grip of the demons on either side of him, bloodied and weak and exhausted, and Shaitan leans in to smirk and whisper in his ear as the claws stop moving, resting in the small of his back with undeniable menace.] Nobody's coming to save you, Galiel. The dog could have, but he won't even try. Because you're not worth the effort it would take. Not enough left here to save.

[The claws slide in, spearing a kidney, and Galiel cries out in strangled, wordless agony.] Just carrion. Worthless. Bloody. Carrion.