Sometimes it was about cutting off the conversation before it delved too deep. They had too much history and being trapped in the mud like this meant that he was limited on how much physical distance he could put between them. This was neither the time nor the place to be reflecting on past action, not too deeply anyway.

His claws dug into 76's face to prevent too much of a jerk, and he instead moved to pull 76's face in closer to his own. "It's just a warning. You're a big boy, and you can stop if you want to, right? That's how all addicts talk." He laughed unkindly and then moved to shove 76 away from him by the face.

It was time to wake up. If he couldn't move and so far unable to free himself, time to go the other way. Pain.