That treatment from Carrick had Hermes wanting to just run as far as he could. "You were," he said, "and now here we are. Would you like to follow their lead? Take your pick, Master, think about all the things your spartan masters did to you and apply that across species with the cooperation between them and the technological advancements in things, think about it. Think about the torturous means that can be used to keep someone alive and then multiply that over the whole of my life, the endless lists of people I've fucked over and over again, of those who have used my body. There is no what happened, there's more what didn't happen."
Hermes took a deep breath and tried to guide Carrick's hand from his jaw. "What do you want from me? What more could I possibly give?"