you'd known Shorter for a long time. He was your best friend. So of course when push came to shove, you stepped in for him. You had his back. And that's how you end up here. Violent, under the influence of the Banana Fish drug you hated, submissive to these monsters. Shorter stood in front of you, panic in his expression as he tried to calm you down, watching you yank and scratch against the metal restraints.

"Hey, hey, just focus on me– It's gonna be okay, yea?"

(how do you react?)