He grits his teeth, but makes no noise as the wound is cauterized.
"Yes, do what must be done." he agrees when the heat is removed and the bleeding has stopped.
The new effort draws gritted teeth again, but he makes no noise. If his ancient forebears could summon the will to make the final protest, and gut themselves without a noise to preserve honor, he will dishonor neither himself nor them by making noise now.
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