“Most of the time, honestly. If they can still talk, they’re gonna ask for mercy, and I’m gonna be like, no, stop that, you don’t call the shots here,” Marea says, wagging one silver finger reprimandingly. “Unless I ask you to talk, but they never talk when I want them to, and as soon as I move on from the talking bit, they’re all like, ‘oh gods, let me go, I have a wife and children, wehhhhh.’ I have a cat that I love very much, but you don’t see me whining and complaining when I’m being tortured, y’know? ‘Cause if you complain about other people you care about, the person attacking you might go kill them, too. Just saying. It’s a possibility. And much more tempting when you’re being a little shit.”