[The cold was also what was giving him the early signs of hypothermia. The sudden recirculation of blood with the cross off his chest had the frigid tremors settling in. And just to answer Abel's question his fingertips and feet twitched in accordance.]

Così e così...

[With the debris out of the way, the true damage was laid bare as his marred body. His left flank was torn with clear claw marks, blood pooled on the floor, long clotted, his throat bruised from attempted strangulation, and a blow to the skull where the blood had made a lovely modern painting on the canvas of his face earlier. Cold gnashed lips twitched with a faded simper at the priest.]

I do hope... I am.. not.. incon..ven..iencing you.. Reve..rendo.