[Her 'come' has him bristling inwardly. Of course she's a queen and his head knows that she's not used to asking. That her 'please' of earlier was probably rare, especially in this world of power by strength. But even though he's been in Galra custody for over a year at least as far as he can extrapolate - his eyes still narrow at the word that reminds him of dog training.
He's not stupid though. There are far too many battles in this new reality to take them all. This particular one isn't worth picking up. So he pulls a leg under himself and leans down as he stands to catch up the cords that had been holding him, the collar, the muzzle. Touching them brings the tight line back to his lips, stretches the skin across his tight jaw but he coils them efficiently and carries them with him as he follows her path into the next room.
And stops in the arch, eyes suddenly, for just one second, unguarded as he blinks. There's so much... white. It's - like being in a closet for ages and then sudden stepping out. Or - like the way the sky clears so impossibly bright after a rainstorm. He's gotten so used to murky lighting and green and purple that - white and pale blue and riot pink catch him completely off guard even more than a sharp palm to his chest would have.
It's the first breath of fresh air after being trapped with a low oxygen tank underwater for months -
and he feels suddenly, strangely, awkward and out of place. He stays in the archway.
Her question has his attention and he doesn't see any reason not to tell the truth about it. She can always test him to see if he's lying. He'd rather avoid her having to test it. He's already felt it before.]
What the envoy told you is true. If you trigger it, there's an interface in my arm that will tap into the energy crystal there and electrocute me. The voltage is enough to incapacitate me for a good ten minutes or so. [They hadn't taken any chances by risking that what they pumped into his system wouldn't be enough to take him down. When he was enraged, when he was determined, he could push past the usual limits. The Galra had wanted to make sure even that wouldn't help him.] Use it often enough and chances are high there will be permanent damage. It doesn't overload my arm. [A pause and his thumb moves absently over the leather of the muzzle before he decides to add:] If I were Galra, I also would have put a tracking device or some kind of monitor in it to keep an eye on you as well. And perhaps to keep track of how many times it was used or when.
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He's not stupid though. There are far too many battles in this new reality to take them all. This particular one isn't worth picking up. So he pulls a leg under himself and leans down as he stands to catch up the cords that had been holding him, the collar, the muzzle. Touching them brings the tight line back to his lips, stretches the skin across his tight jaw but he coils them efficiently and carries them with him as he follows her path into the next room.
And stops in the arch, eyes suddenly, for just one second, unguarded as he blinks. There's so much... white. It's - like being in a closet for ages and then sudden stepping out. Or - like the way the sky clears so impossibly bright after a rainstorm. He's gotten so used to murky lighting and green and purple that - white and pale blue and riot pink catch him completely off guard even more than a sharp palm to his chest would have.
It's the first breath of fresh air after being trapped with a low oxygen tank underwater for months -
and he feels suddenly, strangely, awkward and out of place. He stays in the archway.
Her question has his attention and he doesn't see any reason not to tell the truth about it. She can always test him to see if he's lying. He'd rather avoid her having to test it. He's already felt it before.]
What the envoy told you is true. If you trigger it, there's an interface in my arm that will tap into the energy crystal there and electrocute me. The voltage is enough to incapacitate me for a good ten minutes or so. [They hadn't taken any chances by risking that what they pumped into his system wouldn't be enough to take him down. When he was enraged, when he was determined, he could push past the usual limits. The Galra had wanted to make sure even that wouldn't help him.] Use it often enough and chances are high there will be permanent damage. It doesn't overload my arm. [A pause and his thumb moves absently over the leather of the muzzle before he decides to add:] If I were Galra, I also would have put a tracking device or some kind of monitor in it to keep an eye on you as well. And perhaps to keep track of how many times it was used or when.