"You can't guess?"

He doesn't bother huffing out a laugh. He couldn't if someone paid him.

Anyone, really.

"Down there -- "

How can he put this?

Down there they take you apart, piece by piece. Every day they cut and slice and shred until there's nothing left. Then they do it all over again. Every, single, goddamn day."

He's never seen all the tendons in his arm at once, before.

Or all the veins.

He'd like to never see that again. On anyone.