6 hours in and I can barely perceive that dawn is breaking, the pain has subsided somewhat in the sense that it has levelled down from the type of pain that you'd expect to be inflicted upon a God in a Greek tragedy to a constant overarching crucio, I still can't move but after the first half being as bad as it was I'm no longer in danger of losing my mind under the sensation of hot knives being dragged across my nerves. I take this time while I'm weathering this pain to remind myself of what this is all about, of who this is about.