[He's expecting it, completely and utterly, but there's still that jolt of panic that shoots through him. Entwined around it like thorns are the memories- a dirty building with rusty blood in the cracks, moans of pain and pleading for death, his own limbs thrashing and kicking before exhaustion and starvation leeched the energy from him, the bitterness in his throat at the roaming hands trying to take claim of his body and I hate you I despise you get away get away get away get-]
[His body locks up as he's tossed up onto Dualscar's shoulder- not from any fear or acting, but from trying to hold himself back so that he doesn't lash out or tear off the helmet to raze the entire building to the ground. When he's finally allowed on his own two feet, his fingers dig into the palms of his hands.]
[His voice is a low hiss.]
Get uth out, get uth out right the fuck now, 22...
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[His body locks up as he's tossed up onto Dualscar's shoulder- not from any fear or acting, but from trying to hold himself back so that he doesn't lash out or tear off the helmet to raze the entire building to the ground. When he's finally allowed on his own two feet, his fingers dig into the palms of his hands.]
[His voice is a low hiss.]
Get uth out, get uth out right the fuck now, 22...