With his eyes shut, Fendros could only hear the quiet noises that indicated Ahnasha being cut by the Argonian's knife. Their torturer mocked them with his cruel words, but Fendros kept his eyes firmly shut. When the Argonian stopped and asked why Fendros was being defiant, Fendros was engaged enough by the question to peek his eyes open. He wished he hadn't. Ahnasha had been sliced a number of times into her torso, and Fendros could only imagine the pain she was in. Thankfully, it appeared she was still breathing.

Fendros scrunched his eyes shut again and tensed his face to the point where he was about to cry. He shook his head and shouted in response, "She isn't suffering for them, you fool! All those blasted cultists can be slain in a heap for all I care!" Fendros took a couple of shivering breaths through his mouth, "You will not be getting any information from either of us because if we do, our child will be in danger. They have him captive." Fendros opened his eyes in a pleading expression to the Argonian, "He is barely a few months old. His will be a fate worse than death if we help you."

Fendros wasn't sure whether his outburst would help them at all, but it had the slightest possibility of ending their torture without giving them any useful information. At this point, even that was worth giving up.