[ A normal person might have inquired about why he was punished in the first place, but Ethan doesn't need to, he's seen the punishments firsthand. But this is different, getting handcuffed to someone wouldn't bring out a reaction like this. Torture, however, definitely would. ]

You shouldn't have told her anything. You didn't think she was going to see it for herself? Telling her not to do something oftentimes has the opposite effect. [ He stops briefly, to look at him. ] When was the last time you spoke to her?

[ Without waiting for the answer, he goes about rifling through the cabinets as if he knows where everything is -- because he does. The bandages and ointment from his last transformation are still here, tucked away beneath the sink along with a pair of scissors. He won't need them this time, but at least he wouldn't be using his teeth to cut the gauze if he did. ]

They don't know. [ He wasn't going to reveal this but, judging by his demeanor, he needs to hear it. His temper might be fickle but torture is a sensitive subject that he doesn't condone, he isn't a cruel man. ] That it was you, I mean. It wasn't out of kindness; I never should have put that burden on you. On anyone. Whatever happens now is my cross to bear.

Everyone here knows what I am now. When I woke up the next morning, I told them.