[ Kyle is so still, unmoving, just staring at Ragnor and listening. He can feel the anger rising up within him though. He's been here nearly a year and a half, and maybe he's been lucky to not have someone he cares about enduring this but now it's someone important to him and he hasn't entirely the same calm he had before. ]

Why him? What kind of sick game is it doing that to him?

[ And he knows the truth is that it's just that. A sick game, but that doesn't anger him less, his voice low and dark and pained though he's trying to hide it. ]

I know it was bad enough it horrified a friend who just found herself here.