Instead, the man leaned back, rubbing his forehead. He once was a criminal, under much less pain than she was, but he still hated the cold cell he was placed in. Wiping the sweat off his hand on his shorts, he spoke again. "You said you don't blame the man. Who was he?" Dale was keen to get information. Mostly so if he encountered the torturer, he wouldn't get tortured himself. That said, he was also curious. It seemed the criminal statement went by undetected. Perhaps he was biding time until he knew what he wanted. "And why?"