Vorhalas's attention remains on Miles, even as they drag him back for another round -- once they do, Piotr shoots a narrow-eyed glance at Miles with a quick gesture of his hand. He is not helping.
They hold him down for longer this time, every one of his limbs thrashing desperately against his bonds, his bloodied fingers clawing at his own palms. He's almost sobbing for breath when they pull him back up. Piotr gives him a dead-level look.
"Who do you report to, Vorhalas?"
He doesn't answer, just bares his teeth in a snarl. They pull him back again, and the waterboarding seems to go on forever this time, and for a few terrifying moments it looks like Vorhalas might stop thrashing altogether. But they pull him back just before that threshold, and he gasps, looking like he might retch. Piotr steps in close.
"Who do you report to, Vorhalas?"
"Vorbataille -- the Captain." The answer comes out like a sob. This is a man thoroughly broken.
NOBODY SAW THAT
They hold him down for longer this time, every one of his limbs thrashing desperately against his bonds, his bloodied fingers clawing at his own palms. He's almost sobbing for breath when they pull him back up. Piotr gives him a dead-level look.
"Who do you report to, Vorhalas?"
He doesn't answer, just bares his teeth in a snarl. They pull him back again, and the waterboarding seems to go on forever this time, and for a few terrifying moments it looks like Vorhalas might stop thrashing altogether. But they pull him back just before that threshold, and he gasps, looking like he might retch. Piotr steps in close.
"Who do you report to, Vorhalas?"
"Vorbataille -- the Captain." The answer comes out like a sob. This is a man thoroughly broken.