"If I'd obeyed they wouldn't need to hurt me," he mumbled, slumping back in the chair and closing his eyes again. "Not brainwashing. Just reminding me of my orders." He didn't move when York unfastened the restraints, not until he's grabbed and has to stand and it's hard, really hard, when his legs feel weak and his head is pounding and he feels so heavy.

"I'm supposed to stay. Stay until I'm dismissed."