[ Oh, that makes him laugh. A rumbling, hacking sort of laughter, not entirely dissimilar from a cough. ]
No, you stupid bint! They did it to control me. To make sure I damn well can't do anything again — can't even stomach the bloody synthetic stuff. It's not about fighting the demon, it's about chaining it to something it should never be chained to.
It's torture. Pure and simple. That's what it was always designed for and no matter what these lunatics you put your trust and safety into think, that's what it still is.