Rahzel doesn't even struggle against his grip, she doesn't bow or break, not like the metal he can twist, nor the bodies he has befallen.

She's steel incarnate.

(does she know what it's like? to be unmade? to be pulled out to make room for something else to be stuffed inside?)

Her expression twists in her body's stead.

"Tell me again and again and again until you're blue in the face! Tell me that and only that, not these words! Fight, god damn you! You don't get to talk about yourself like that because that's giving up."