"Torturing us." He knows torture when he sees it, complex torture, endless interwoven layers of pain and power. The thing is a master at it. Of course. "All it can do now is make us watch it and it knows it."

He almost smiles. It's a thin, twisted thing. He lifts one hand and palms the side of Neil's face, tugging him gently closer. "Gotta be honest, I'm pretty much fucking sick of things using how much we love each other against us."