[Ignoring his confusion, his vulnerability, without thinking twice about possibly inflicting a flashback, Max holds that wrist tightly, a vicious shake running through his arms, as his eyes take it all in. He knew it happened. This wasn't a discovery. But the reality of it, as if Ash's tears, Ash's voice hadn't been real, needles into him when he's already been shocked too deeply in his core to take it.
They did this to him. Ash could have killed every single one of them, bare handed, and forced them to gas the room to get him to go down when more came in to try to subdue him directly. But he had to weakly, meekly let them overpower him, because Ash knew the reality outside of that cell wouldn't allow him any escape through violence even if the closed world of the interrogation rooms they violated him in would be within his sphere of control.]
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They did this to him. Ash could have killed every single one of them, bare handed, and forced them to gas the room to get him to go down when more came in to try to subdue him directly. But he had to weakly, meekly let them overpower him, because Ash knew the reality outside of that cell wouldn't allow him any escape through violence even if the closed world of the interrogation rooms they violated him in would be within his sphere of control.]