Kvothe tried not to scream again as the shattered bones were ground together, but he couldn't fully hold back the strangled sound of pain, both physical and emotional. The shifting of the bones was probably causing damage to the ligaments, maybe nerves, he knows that his hand will never work right again and he feels a burning behind his eyes that has nothing to do with the injections. But he's not going to give Cinder the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

He cried out again as his hand was twisted, the pain clouding his mind made him miss part of what Cinder said but he caught the pertinant information. He took a breath, curses on the tip of his tongue, but let it out on a rush between his teeth and kept his silence. Still, he couldn't help feeling a shiver of fear, thinking of Denna, Wil and Sim, Sovoy, Fela, Mola, innocent and half-cracked Auri, even his roommate Tony. He didn't for a moment think that Cinder might be bluffing, he'd seen what was left of his troupe and the wedding at Trebon.