[Now that was the defeatist spirit! He could appreciate a lack of help over actual resistance at this point, and that sort of passive resistance was still rewarded. It had to be or he expected the old asshole to start up again soon enough.

He turned the hand in his grasp this way and that, examining the discolouration and growling with soft disapproval. He ran a gloved finger over the marred skin, not that he could feel if it was soft or rough, but he would be able to tell if it was moist or dry. It was far more extensive than when he had accidentally entered 76's dream.

Then he reached out to grasp the collar of 76's muscle shirt and pull it down enough to pointedly tut at the sight of burns.]

You've delved too deep into the power that you've been given. That's reckless and stupid. You want to turn into a monster, hmm?