Something about that makes the self control he's been maintaining crumble - there is a thick strain of anxiety programmed into him related to the ideas of betrayal and deceit when it comes to his keepers. It's not that easy. How could this man possibly know?

"You don't understand," he pleads, grasping at his hair and closing his eyes, his voice breaking. "They...they did stuff in my head and it hurt and I can't..."

He trails off. He's already probably said too much about that stuff. He doesn't even really know what really happened to him when they took him away that one time, when it comes down to it.