[he still doesn't want to go. he's not sure how much of that is petulance and how much is fear.
he ponders, very briefly, the merits of a hunger strike.
he's not sure how long it's been--since london. no windows, no light--no clocks here either. he doesn't know where they stand, in relation to the outside world, and he just woke up besides. it's disorienting.
at least he doesn't yet feel dizzy. it can't have been too long, then.]
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he ponders, very briefly, the merits of a hunger strike.
he's not sure how long it's been--since london. no windows, no light--no clocks here either. he doesn't know where they stand, in relation to the outside world, and he just woke up besides. it's disorienting.
at least he doesn't yet feel dizzy. it can't have been too long, then.]
...fine.
[this is totally his idea.]