"Too much," he grates out at one point toward the end, barely intelligible past the belt. "Salazar...can't take...any more." Hermione can see the pain etched into him; his face flushed now, and the tendons in his neck drawn taut, lips white where they aren't smudged with old blood, his eyes screwed shut, tears trickling from them slowly as he gasps for air through the belt and his gritted teeth.