Your gaze fixed on the figure slumped against the wall. A mess of black and white, his body covered in those strange, swirling portals that make your stomach churn just to look at them. His likeness of a face is tired, his ink-like expression is defeated, and you feel a pity, maybe, or regret—as you approach him. It was a tiring fight.

“You’re not getting out of this,” you say, your voice steady despite the way your heart races. “So why don’t you make it easier on both of us and just cooperate?”

He looks up at you, those spots of his face are hollow. “Cooperate?” he spits, his voice sharp and... offended? “You think I’m just going to roll over and play nice after what you’ve done?!”

You sigh, the sound heavy with frustration, and crouch down so you’re at eye level with him. He really does remind you of a capricious calf now.