[He can't help but smirk at the visuals, at the ridiculousness of it all. Seeing himself in a scenario so fresh in his memory seen from the other side. At least he didn't do too badly at refusing to react, could have been much worse...
But he's told Silva to stop and it hasn't happened, and for that there must be consequences. His own thoughts fog somewhat, merging into the blurred visuals of himself sat on a chair, much like the one Silva was thinking of. But the recollection is dark. Unclear. There's the hazy vision of James looking down at his own body, naked and sweating, but the visuals aren't the focus, because seconds later there's a flash of searing pain and nothing else matters. Pure agony tears through the whole thought and even though it's simply a memory, Bond can't help but huff his displeasure at having to dig it up.]
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But he's told Silva to stop and it hasn't happened, and for that there must be consequences. His own thoughts fog somewhat, merging into the blurred visuals of himself sat on a chair, much like the one Silva was thinking of. But the recollection is dark. Unclear. There's the hazy vision of James looking down at his own body, naked and sweating, but the visuals aren't the focus, because seconds later there's a flash of searing pain and nothing else matters. Pure agony tears through the whole thought and even though it's simply a memory, Bond can't help but huff his displeasure at having to dig it up.]