"Each time I lifted my feet, the veins in them tightened and and I felt the sand digging into my bleeding soles."
Now, I may be forcing a bit more out of this than is really there, but I'm sensing a metaphor here. Yes, his feet are bleeding and hurting terribly from the rough road he's been walking on for days on end, but inside, his "soul" is also bleeding. He's destroyed from all he's been through and seen lately, murder, violence, torture, he's seen it all. He's come an inch from death and seen those who he loves so dearly being taken away from him, in a literal and metaphorical sense. His soul is bleeding, it's being torn apart from all the hurt, and it's taken way too much damage in these past few weeks or months, whatever it's been, than in his lifetime.
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