[That tone gets a hiss. A real hiss, the kind he tried to let out before only to be restrained. He's not fettered. He can move here, and he does just that. The door. He starts to move there, ignoring the screeching pain.]
I will go no such place.
[Nothing registers. He just needs to be Not Here. Not around people. Anywhere, anywhere else.]
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I will go no such place.
[Nothing registers. He just needs to be Not Here. Not around people. Anywhere, anywhere else.]