The scarring on one of his ankles is horrendous, as if the wire had cut through to the bone. His right hand is still swollen, and he has difficulty moving it. He speaks in monotone, grudgingly, without looking up. His wife, sitting next to him, on the edge of the bed, cannot stop crying: “Why did they kill our son? He wasn’t fighting in the war. He was unarmed. He just stayed to watch over his father. So, it’s a war, so they rounded him up – but the war ended, and they still didn’t let him go. They abused him, they filmed him, they posted those videos… and then killed him. Why?”