[ His body goes tense when his air is cut off. His lips part just a little, a little light of abstracted alarm in his eyes - and then they close again, resolutely, his expression firming into something more focused and determined. No display of fear. He's Vor, after all, and proud. He controls himself well; he doesn't thrash, his chest doesn't flutter with the need to draw in a breath; his hands tighten only a little. By the end of the five seconds, he taps Wash's arm, the gesture sure and firm. ]
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