[A thin sheen of sweat glosses his brow as he tries to keep his head above the primal feelings threatening to pull him under. He's doing a pretty good job of it so far, especially thanks to the various sedating concoctions they gave him to make him behave last time they poked and prodded at him, but the energy of this place is exhausting and makes him feel ill. He swallows, keeping his half-lidded eyes focused dully ahead.]
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Don't... Don't mind me. ...What are they saying?