Cannibalism when someone’s died and your only source of food is one thing. More than one thing it’s enough. But this? This makes Alex pale, she can’t help it. “Oh my gawd.” The words almost seem to run together in their haste to get out even.

“He killed his friend and then threatened torture to get you to do it to someone else? Christ he really is a monster isn’t he?” Among other things. Things that Alex wants to call him, but she doesn’t want to stop Harry from talking. There’s a niggling sense in her gut that’s telling her this isn’t even as bad as it got.

So she just asked softly, “what happened, Harry?"