"A weapon. It doesn't really matter," he says, distantly. "They will just..." He trails off. He doesn't really have words for what they will do, but he instinctively fears it. He knows that things have been done to him, and they will be imminently happening again. Some part of him believes that it will be for the best.

Part of him just wants to take the opportunity to let all of this go.

"You don't understand this."