[It takes a few blinks, his eyes being blurred from so much time spent closed, but he's able to see enough and that's what matters.
It takes a bit of effort, but he turns his head - once to the right, and once to the left, shadows skating down his arms only to dash into the air as blades, cutting right through the restraints. They're Hiyono's, which is a question all of its own, but he's not waiting to ask permission to break them when he needs out right now, and blades are faster than shaky fingers.
Rather than sitting up, he'll quickly draw his hands to his chest, rubbing at his wrists. They're raw at best, cut at the worst; he recalls straining at the handcuffs when he could, half-hoping they'd break, half-hoping they'd slice in deep enough to let him escape in a wholly different way. How funny, he thinks, to have fallen into exactly the same cycle of despair even as the apparently all powerful Devil.]
...Let's get out of here for now.
[He's barely able to take in the room, and what he sees tells him enough. He doesn't want to stay here any longer.]
cw: suicide
It takes a bit of effort, but he turns his head - once to the right, and once to the left, shadows skating down his arms only to dash into the air as blades, cutting right through the restraints. They're Hiyono's, which is a question all of its own, but he's not waiting to ask permission to break them when he needs out right now, and blades are faster than shaky fingers.
Rather than sitting up, he'll quickly draw his hands to his chest, rubbing at his wrists. They're raw at best, cut at the worst; he recalls straining at the handcuffs when he could, half-hoping they'd break, half-hoping they'd slice in deep enough to let him escape in a wholly different way. How funny, he thinks, to have fallen into exactly the same cycle of despair even as the apparently all powerful Devil.]
...Let's get out of here for now.
[He's barely able to take in the room, and what he sees tells him enough. He doesn't want to stay here any longer.]