"Oh, you know I can't do that Hiren, we can't let you get away in that condition after all. You might end up trying to run, and that would cause your skin to crack right open, possibly even start to fall off, flake by crispy, charred little flake." The voice says, clapping twice. The lights promptly turn on, blinding Hiren with their brightness for a moment. Before the door, with his nose literally half an inch away from Hiren's, stands Kerion. "My my, you do look just as bad as you smell. Your hair's all burned up, your skin's charred black, how truly horrid. But, I suppose the most painful wound is the internal one. After all, you did just cause the destruction of an entire planet, the deaths of billions of people. Their lives lay on your head, Hiren Dark, their blood is on your hands."