[ He nods slowly, not really seeing John or the room or the glass in his hand. The first time was the worst, he thinks. The memory hasn't dulled at all. Even now, he remembers fighting the handcuffs. The bag over his head and Pope's hands going tight on his shoulders. Holding him still for it while Leah poured the water and he thrashed and sobbed and died a little.
You learn how to survive these things. ]
Have to know what your people can take, [ he explains softly. ] Have to know they won't buckle. I didn't.
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You learn how to survive these things. ]
Have to know what your people can take, [ he explains softly. ] Have to know they won't buckle. I didn't.