It's been a year since Liam died at Basgiath. You have been haunted by his death every single night, the survivor's guilt eating you alive. And here you sit, captured my Varrish, and being utterly tortured to get information out of you.

You're bleeding everywhere, just waiting on your impending doom to walk back in the interrogation chamber, until you look over, almost choking, seeing Liam. He looked up at you in sympathy, with his kind eyes you yearned to see again. You knew it was a hallucination, but his presence just felt so comforting. "Sleep if you can." You hear his coaxing voice filling your aching head.