[He squeezes his indigo eyes shut so Tyki can't read the pain and discomfort there. Not that his expression doesn't betray some attempt to bite back pain, but it's not the window to the soul as his eyes are. His ribs are still a little tender from the Ghost event, and he's cursing softly under his breath at how little it takes for pain to shoot all through his side.
It's not a problem soon enough. That pain is dwarfed and even forgotten the moment his wrist snaps effortlessly. His whole body tenses, eyes flying open along with his mouth in a sharp start of a cry before he bites back into a growl. He struggles slightly before trying to curl in on himself. He can't cradle the wrist though, Tyki still has a firm hold of him, fingers limp and arm like spaghetti. He's shaking, breathing pitched and labored in order to fight through the pain and stay strong. He's been tortured before, he's been beaten within an inch of his life. He's been here so many times so it's almost instinct to fall into a state where he's strong as he can be. It's not easy but it's quick and almost seamless.]
Yes. I've...starved... I've seen my own guts before too. [He swallows trying not to let his voice tremor as he speaks evenly and calm like they were discussing the weather.]