So what? I can see myself locked up and beaten over and over again?

[His hands move to the bandages on his neck, brushing along them.]

And wind up branded with more prizes from 'home'? I'm not in a rush.

[He leans back in his chair and sighs.]

I'm not against taking more. But... that last really fucked me up. Hell, after that night, I'm probably dead anyway. It was the night before the competition; the two of us were scheduled to sing against each other.