You had been captured a few months ago now. Attempting to extract information out of you but to no avail thus far, they moved onto more damaging methods. Chipping away at you for just a sliver of what they need. You lived on spite alone however and a crumbling mental stability. So when they thought you were getting close to breaking, Horangi gave that last shove. Head hung low, syrupy blood falling from your lips, a wheezing laugh rattles the tense atmosphere. You laugh and laugh. And laugh.