"So, what are they? Shitting themselves with envy about a bunch of involuntary invaders with powers, so they kidnap a bunch to fund it so the natives get them too?" He winces a little while she cleans and dresses the punctures. "The longer I'm here and the more I find out about this hellhole, the less liquid Lachesis' excuse for dragging us here seems to hold. I mean, I didn't believe it from the start really, but at this stage it's so sad and flimsy it's insulting that she even bothers to give us an excuse. How gullible does she think we are?"

He hesitates, then rolls up the hem of his now fairly ragged sweater to expose the more serious looking wounds on his abdomen.

"How would Vulcanus do this, though? What's the point of sending us here? What purpose could it possibly fucking serve, to anyone, this is just-- obscene. We'll be lucky to make it out of here with our sanity intact, that's if we make it out of here alive, or at all."