[The reaction was one he wasn't surprised for. Part of him had hoped she would be startled enough to leave - to see him as a killer, as a liar, and to leave it at that. To give him the space he desperately wanted right now, instead of being stuck here to do nothing but answer questions he did not want any part of.

But it was an idle hope, and that question... heh. So she wasn't going to assume he was telling the truth? How noble of her.

He chuckles bitterly, gesturing to the open scars on his arms absentmindedly.]

I guess you mean besides these lovely souvenirs? [He shifts his weight, leaning back in the bed with a slight grimace and keeping his gaze steady on the far wall, away from her.] Nothing that changed my perceptions of either of them, if that's what you're asking. These bastards might be toying with us left and right. But they didn't tamper with my mind. They didn't control me.

So sorry if that's not exactly what you want to hear.