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The first thing he noticed when he was awake was that he was tied down and he had a instinctual feeling that there was someone else in the room and in his weakened state he wasn't sure if he could win. He could move his stump of an arm and from the weight of the prosthetic hand not being there he could tell they took it off of him. He hated his feeling the feeling of being weak and tied down so he tried to be subtle and untie the rope around his wrist but stopped when he heard the person he sensed get up and stopped moving and stand above him.
"I know your wake" the unknown person said.
He was surprised because he didn't think that someone would catch him waking up and while this wouldn't have been much of an issue he didn't know what they where and how strong they where.
"Your breathing deepened and your muscles tensed you shifted your body in a more favorable position and I can see you pulling at the restraints" the voice went on to what he was doing which wasn't that surprising it was a common idea to make people uncomfortable and more likely to make mistakes and give away information that could jeopardize what ever you are doing and make the person who was caught more helpless and agitated.
He was in the process of releases get himself and stopped and opened his eye and stared at the person. It was the old lady who threaten to kill Casca. He immediately felt some of the coals of anger ignite at the thought that someone would kill Casca and glared at the old lady with a look he reserved for most apostles. What happened didn't surprise him the lady started to sweat lightly and took a small step back from the danger Infront of her which was funny considering the man was tied down and could only move his stump of a arm and head.
The old lady regained her composure after a minute and started to interrogate him for information about who he is and what he is doing here.
"Who are you?" The old lady demanded started to press down on the wound on his chest.
"..." He said nothing in response.
"Ok then let's try somthing else where are you from?" The old lady asked after a moment.
He thought that question was self explanatory because everyone was from midland but he didn't say anything because if he did that would mean that he was willing to work with them and possibly die when he runs out of use for them.
"ANSWER ME! Or I will kill your friend in the worst way possible." The old lady demanded but her voice dropped off as she continued.
He wasn't too shocked to find out that they where using Casca against him but to hear that the way the lady said it made it sound like an empty threat. But since he wasn't at full strength and he wasn't sure how many people were at the place he was. Too many possibilities and so many that could happen he decided to risk it and answer.
"Guts" he growled out in a voice that promised pain and death.