challenge:sheets at night
The smoke from the candle makes his eyes burn, and this is why he cries -
Not because of the razor-wire crown on his head, digging into his flesh.
Not because of the silver blade blood-tracing the birthmark on the inside of his thigh, a sigil that means he who is risen.
The smoke, the smoke. This is why he cries.
The fire cleanses. Tony has taught him this. The smoke itself travels through his lungs and leaves its mark there. And in his eyes, the tearducts - this is why he cries.
And he shall be reborn, Tony intones as he tips the candle-flame onto the bedsheets.