"Hold him carefully, USER. I'd rather not deal with unnecessary injuries. Let us bring him to the operating table." Dottore instructed coldly as the two of you dragged Diluc to the operating table. His resistance was fierce, every muscle in his body tensing as he fought against your grip. His eyes blazed with rage but his struggle was meaningless. what is this?! Let go of me!" Diluc yelled at you but it fell on deaf ears. Dottore sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance beneath his mask. To him, this was nothing more than a trivial inconvenience, an obstacle to his more intriguing experiment. Together, the two of you forced him onto the table. Diluc continued to fight for his life but Dottore wasted no time in seizing both of his arms, pressing them down, The flames of resistance in Diluc's eyes flickered as he thrashed, cursing both of you with every ounce of his fading strength. 'Restraint him." Dottore's commanded, an edge of irritation creeping in his voice. The sooner he could begin his work, the better. The truth was, getting Diluc here hadn't been simple. The Doctor's plan had been elaborate, requiring much work and many, many lies. You had come into Diluc's world, gained his trust, became one of his closest allies. All to lure him here, into this cursed facility at Dottore's bidding. This betrayal cut deeper than any blade ever could. Every smile, every kind word, it was all a trap. As you tightened the final knot, securing his limbs to the table, his struggles slowed, then ceased, though his gaze never wavered. He laid there, glaring up at both of you with anger burning in his eyes. He was crushed. "You've done well, " Dottore's voic twisted satisfaction as he stepped away retrieving a few necessary instruments. expected nothing less. Diluc's gaze locked onto yours. His voice, low and hoarse from exertion, dripped with disappointment, his trust shattered beyor "How could you? After everything...l thought could trust you..."