“It... This... It can’t be Griffith...” Guts, Vol. 10 Ch. 7

Indeed, when the Hawks’ rescue party broke into his cell, Guts was the only thing Griffith responded to. At first he reached for Guts’ throat – whether out of tenderness or malice was unclear. But when Guts broke down sobbing and embraced him, any bitterness Griffith clung to seemed to melt away. His beloved friend had come back for him, and he was relieved to simply hug and hold his hand. Their touching reunion was cut short by the prison’s grotesque Warden, who was kind enough to explain what Griffith and he have been up to the past year.

“First, to make sure he wouldn’t run away I cut the tendons of his hands and legs. All day except during his eating and sleeping time I’d peel off his skin or his nails. Burning him with a hot iron, or soaking him with boiling water, I was constantly at his service this whole year. We’ve lived like a married couple. In order to keep him alive I’d bind his wounds. It was really a close relationship.” Warden, Vol. 10 Ch. 7

The most important consequence of this was that Griffith could no longer walk or hold a sword. But wait, there’s more!

“Plus, for a professional torturer like me, I wanted to see not only the beauty of the exterior but what it was like under the skin, as well. I managed to contemplate the beauty of his muscle and blood vessels: it was overwhelming, fantastic! When I cut that cute face open, I peeked through the wound. These pink muscles... the skin... the flesh... a one out of a 100... no a one out of 1000 humans.” Warden, Vol. 10 Ch. 7

And to top it off...

“Oh yeah, I’ll show you the collection I’m so proud of. My amulet... his tongue.” Warden, Vol. 10 Ch. 7

I’m sure he could’ve gone on and on, but at that point Guts snapped and rammed straight through the door to impale him on a wall with his sword.