sometimes i get dialogue flashing in my mind between characters for potential stories accompanied by an image of a scene.
Today it was the following:
"Robespierre! what have you done? These men, these women, they followed you, they trusted you. Why have you betrayed them? Why have you sent them to their deaths?"
and unrelated to that,
The man put his hands on the fiery coals and held them there while screaming at the sky. It was not agony which made him scream but a wish that his sister would live and that the demon would honor their bargain. His hands on the coals were a stamp, or a signature. The contract was signed as his flesh melted off his palms and the bones pushed through.
In truth, twas not physical pain that gave him tears but the normal human condition of his tragedy, of their tragedy, for he was the last hope among his tribe. If the demon did not honor his pact a few of them would parish in bitter anguish and agony leaving the other few behind to be tormented for a fleeting eternity.