[ The last thing he might've wanted to do was stop, but he doesn't resist. There's no fight, he just lets Erwin set him down and cup his chin. He can't seem to focus, breathing a shade too fast and shallow, still feeling like he can't get air right up until he's given that order.
He's been on the other side of torture enough to know the kind of shit it did to people. He'd counted on it to get the job done when he'd had to. And now he couldn't afford to let that shit hit him here, not when it'd slow Erwin down. ] Yeah. [ Then, a bit distantly, he adds: ] Slept in the chair I usually do. Nothin' tipped me off.
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He's been on the other side of torture enough to know the kind of shit it did to people. He'd counted on it to get the job done when he'd had to. And now he couldn't afford to let that shit hit him here, not when it'd slow Erwin down. ] Yeah. [ Then, a bit distantly, he adds: ] Slept in the chair I usually do. Nothin' tipped me off.