Eastern Mediterranean

Can a human's will be repaired that no longer connects him to life? I am that human. No, I am not a human, in his early days prison tried to kill my body. I could not imagine that I could endure all they did, but I endured. My will alone was the one that received the blows, and responded with angry looks and silence. And I remained like that. I was not terrified, I did not retreat: cold water, let it be. Suspension for seven days, let it be. Threats of killing and shooting around me scattered, let it be. It was my will that resisted. Now, what remains in me or of me?