"Alright," he says, the repeating of his name over and over again putting a rather dazed grin on his face. "Well. I told you that I was conscious? For all of it, almost. As soon as he put me up like I was being crucified, almost... then I woke up, and... well, I could recall every blade well enough to describe them to Larxene.

"And, the worst part, was that they had you. I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't react, but I was conscious, and there was nothing I could do to make it better for you, at all. I don't want to say one of us had it worse than the other, because we didn't. I had to suffer, and watch you suffer for me, and you had to be taunted into becoming what you hated. And... oh, Billy, sometimes it makes me doubt this whole war. Not to the point of going to the Initiative, but... oh, god, things shouldn't be this way. I can handle anything as long as I can know you're safe, but..." he sighs.