[There's a long pause. So long, in fact, that Lemony might think that Garry hasn't heard the question. But suddenly he speaks, and there's nothing sad and worried in his tone. It's just hard and level, as if he's brushing against a thorn in his side that is still sore after all this time.]

Oh, it does. It really, really does. And then you're lucky in a way, because you don't feel any of it anymore after a few days, but then it keeps going, and going, and...

[He frowns, his mouth a thin line.]

Basically...I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Sometimes, you wish you were killed instead, because that, at least, would be easier, faster, but no, you're just stuck in this...this never-ending torture for a few days as you become something you never wanted to become.

[And he shakes his head and turns away, trying to hide the utter melancholy that he got every time he thought about it.]

...I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have elaborated on that. It's horrible enough as it is, but what's done is done.