[Never has questioning a prisoner been quite so painful as it is today. Even that simple question has got results that have him grunting out a soft noise of discomfort, lowering his head for a moment as he raises a hand (the other still pressed against the prison) to run down his face. His fingers unconsciously trail against his cheek bones and down his jaw, reminding himself that these aren't his memories, however real they might feel.]
It'd be a hell of a lot easier if you just told me. [Finally lifting his head again as he answers.]
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It'd be a hell of a lot easier if you just told me. [Finally lifting his head again as he answers.]