It's gone as suddenly as it's started and the cessation of it hits him nearly as hard as the start of it had. He sages in the restraints, sobbing quietly, struggling for breath. There's hands on the back of his neck, movement, someone talking. Hard to focus when his break is still sparking. It only slowly resolves into recognisable words.

And it- it's an order so he opens his eyes, stares at York blankly.