There's too many of them. York might be fine, maybe, but he can barely stand. He should never have got York involved. He sways on his feet, drops his arms because holding them up is exhausting. "I- I'm-" He's obedient, he's compliant, he follows orders and no, no, he can't think, he can't get around it.

"York... it's easier if you just... comply. If I do."