[Wes sighs, crouching down beside Damon's shackled body. He's tired, and dispirited, but his determination drives him to keep going. He won't give up until Damon finally breaks and puts into writing all the crimes he's committed. He's practically admitted to them, anyway, but Lilah had wanted a signed confession. So that no-one would have any doubt what kind of monster the vampire really was.]

Why are you being so ridiculously stubborn, Damon? When all it would take is your signature to make this all come to an end. One would think that you want me to continue. To make it hurt. Is that what I am, an instrument to punish yourself?

[Wes yanks Damon's head back by the hair to make him look him in the eye.]

Do you think I'm enjoying this?

[The cave they are in is some way from the entrance, to prevent any cries from carrying to the outside. It's dank and dark and Wes has made a makeshift cell, with vervain plants lining the walls of the cavern and down the main passageway. He's been keeping him weakened with diluted doses of the herb. And a crate with a tray of tools and medical supplies is stacked out of damon's reach in a corner. Damon himself is securely shackled with reinforced iron chains. Wes is taking no chances.]

We should see to that leg. I wouldn't want it to fester.

[He lets the vampire go abruptly and then moves over to pick up a scalpel and some tweezers. He kneels down again and sets to work digging out the wooden bullet. He doesn't bother with any kind of anaesthesia. As if Damon deserves any.]