[ It's a damn miracle that he's been able to keep up eye contact for this long, even with Tyki's fingers in his hair and as soon as the other lets go he slumps back, still on his knees with his head bowed. Defeat.
No... that's not it. He knows this. This is no different than handing over your wallet at gun point and although the realization of what he's being forced into is even more sickening than the knowledge that he's got a thing eating him from the inside... it's not so bad. It's not the end of the world, and not doing it would be.
So he swallows. Prepares to shut himself down. Hopes it'll be quick. ]