All he can do is scream. It overwhelms his senses, blots out his vision with white hot pain until there's nothing left but the inside of his own head. And in there there's just his orders. He owes them, he has to obey, he has to. He's a weapon, that's his purpose so why is he fighting it? Fighting it just leads to pain, emotions just lead to pain, he needs to obey, to follow orders.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles in between the screams. "I'm sorry I'm so-"