Upon Jess's arrival there were now three of the mongrel birds pecking at Desmond's corpse, and the thoroughly scarred soul, a few feet away, was pressing his face to the ground and sobbing into his arms, very much defeated. He looked up at Jess and yelled, so she heard a whisper. "HELP ME!" He'd had to watch both of his eyes get pecked out... three times... and a bunch of other gory details I dare not mention.