[That's really horrifying. Deeply, viscerally, unsettling. Rean scrubs at his face tiredly.

How is he even supposed to adapt? How do you accept no longer having a single ounce of bodily autonomy? He can't even imagine trying to go along with it without wanting to cry, and he's sure crying isn't what anyone but a sadist would pay for anyway.

Yet if he doesn't try he could die, and he'll certainly be putting anyone who shows him kindness out. Can he say he'd rather die than endure? There never really was a choice to begin with.]

Okay.

[His voice is soft and very dead inside while attempting not to sound as hopeless as he feels. Still trying to sound even a little like the reality of the situation isn't just killing him.]

I'll try. Thanks, Gaius. You've been really kind.