Her reflexes were good, were enough that he might have even hesitated attacking her if he hadn't already bonded to her. As it was, he wouldn't attack her, and so he had no outlet for his sudden fury as it washed through him as bits and pieces prickled at his mind, like looking through holes in some old sheets. They hurt as much as the ghost feeling of restraints, the swift embrace of the water over his face, the careful placement of electrodes to his temples... murmured words, greasy smiles and soft laughter at the sound of his screams.

He shook his head almost violently, shaking off the memories before her request reached him. His blue eyes showed the fury that couldn't show on his expression as he gently set the spoon down on his tray and lowered himself back into sitting position. "Do you want to know the worst part? The part that only comes to me now and will be gone in a few minutes when I'm not thinking about it?"

He didn't care for change all that much, though he bridled against training just sitting there. He'd eat anything because he was told to, knowing better than to refuse. "I accept it as necessary. I had to digest quickly and metabolism what little they got into me."