[His body seems almost frozen, held that way because of his extreme mental resistance to this act. Those hands. He doesn't want them on his skin; never again, not like this, not in any way.
A tremor passes through him, involuntarily, and Hisoka bites the inside of his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed]
Stop it. [His voice shakes a little, in a mixture of anger and fear. Was he constantly going to live like this now that Muraki was brought here?
He's trying to keep his mind focused on speaking so that it isn't overwhelmed with what his empathy and memories are making him feel, but it's harder now with this most hated person drawing in even closer]
A man by the name of Xerxes Break. He... He's the one who forced me to wear this. Now get back.