"Does it hurt?" the fravashi asked, applying salve to the wounds in Jesus' wrists.
"Not so much now."
"I can't believe they tortured you and killed you."
"I wasn't what they were expecting."
"Was it worth it?"
Jesus nodded. "I just hope they got the message."
The fravashi began making a splint for one of Jesus' broken legs, dislodging several more sticks from the pile.
Jesus let out a startled gasp.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No. For a moment though, it looked like-- It's probably silly but... if I never see another cross again, it'll be too soon."