The cuffs were loosened only enough that they could not be pulled from his wrists and down off of his hands. But his circulation would be better, she assumed, and she sat back when he finally managed to make better eye contact with her. She lifted a slim brow. "Why? What do I have to gain from leaving you hurting?" There was a lofty lift to her shoulders, but the set of her lips was severe. "It's messy. They accomplished little from hurting you - and now you're less inclined to open up." She scooted away so she could nudge the tray between them, to give him some semblance of space.

"You didn't choose what your father did but you're the one suffering the consequences of it. Isn't that enough?"