[Loki moves without thinking, with quick and brutal efficiency. His hands close tight as vices around Balthazar's wrists once more, and one of his legs shoots out to hook over the angel's uninjured one. But in the heat of that moment, it's less out of consideration and more than the uninjured one was the easiest in reach.]

No. You don't get to pull away. [After all, he didn't.] But if you keep insisting, I have other ways to keep you still.

[He's barely aware that he's speaking at all. There's a strange sort of roaring rush in his ears, and a tinge of red to his vision. It's a feeling almost like drowning.

The next finger breaks with no more resistance than the first.]

Do you have any idea what it was like, waking up after? Alone and trapped with you, knowing that you were the one who reduced me to such a wretched state?!

[He breaks the third and the fourth with shaking hands. The sound of the bone seems to echo in his head. The words continue to tumble out in a flood, red and raw and raging.] I couldn't feed myself, I couldn't drink on my own, I could barely sit up, and I had no way of knowing what else they might convince you to do for the sake of keeping me there!