His gaze tears from Piotr to Byerly, immediately narrowing upon seeing the full disgust in Vorrutyer. Similar to every other Vor he's met since entering the Imperial Service. If there was one thing Duv loved doing, it was forcing Vor to deal with him in whatever form that took.

"Yes," he grits out. It's that stubborn determination that has him able to speak despite the damn pain in his body that he knows will linger long after they're done in this tent. "I intend to remain standing after this."