[ It clicks, alright. They'd already had somewhat of a theory about it already - little things here and there, even over the short time they'd known each other - so this was really just confirmation. An answer check, to continue the metaphor.

Normally it would be enough to make them stop. They hate causing pain, would never want to force an answer out of anyone.

But. ]

Then what. [ Their voice is still that same, scarily flat tone. Anything stronger risks disaster. ] Because that's- that's twice now. And before I could-- I could maybe see that it was necessary, but the test was my own fault.

[ ...Oh, Lion. Lion, you dense motherfucker. ]

You had no reason to- to do that. So why do you keep trying to die on me.