He watches it happen, wishes he had any power to stop it. Maybe he knew someone who could, whoever it is isn't here now anyway.
"Your name. Don't stop thinking it. You can't let them take it."
Helpful advice? Not really. He should've told him to think of people, loved ones, -
He gets ready to stand when he hears the footsteps. Hoping they're for him, he's due medication and wants to speak to the nurses about warming up.
"I'm sorry Kobra, you'll be alright"
It's not a lie, if he was to be reconditioned he would be alright -
When the noise starts he gets up, moving to sit at his desk. Enough to get away from the noise a little while still being able to talk if he speaks up. He rests his head on the desk until he's done. Lifting it only enough to be heard.
"I'm sorry. I don't think you can."
"There's a screen they make you watch. Shows you images and things, fast. Messes with how you think, so you behave. I think it can make you forget things. Forget who you are, forget people. Makes it easier to be here. If you behave they might not put you though it. -
He sighs, hesitating to say anything one way or another.
"Look. Are you sure you want to know? You seem worked up and the last thing either of us want is the guards getting involved here. I'll tell you what I know if you please try not to go back to beating up the door."
"I know, I'm finding it hard as well. Too cold, beds aren't great either."
He realises he could tell him, he knows at least somewhat what reconditioning is. What it does. However it seems wholly unhelpful to tell him he will forget soon.
"They can help you sleep if you want, -


