Piotr doesn't address Byerly; doesn't need to bother. He'll spare Byerly a glance when he's relevant. Piotr's face is dead set, stone cold, an eerie stillness to him. The words drag out, hissing like hot iron on skin. "Bracing yourself for another round? Breathe in, breathe out, find a place in your mind to retreat to when you can no longer bear the pain..."
Piotr does look over at Byerly then, his expression unchanging. "The man claims to be an academic. I've never known an academic to make it more than a day, maybe two, under torture. What do you think, Vorrutyer?"
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Piotr doesn't address Byerly; doesn't need to bother. He'll spare Byerly a glance when he's relevant. Piotr's face is dead set, stone cold, an eerie stillness to him. The words drag out, hissing like hot iron on skin. "Bracing yourself for another round? Breathe in, breathe out, find a place in your mind to retreat to when you can no longer bear the pain..."
Piotr does look over at Byerly then, his expression unchanging. "The man claims to be an academic. I've never known an academic to make it more than a day, maybe two, under torture. What do you think, Vorrutyer?"