He keeps doing it, like the physical pain will ease some of the feeling of the pressure in his skull. One more bang and then he hits flesh, York's fingers cradling his skull, pulling him away from the wall. He's fraying quickly, close to breaking. "I want it over," he says, voice harsh with pain. "I can't keep doing this. I can feel it in my head and I hate it and it need to be over. So finish me, or get Control to break me one last time and shove me in their Meta Armour, or just give me a gun so I can end it myself."

Carolina rests her hand on his shoulder, slides it down along his arm.