The laughs did not stop, Regis continued to laugh in his cell even as the soldiers dragged him out of his cell whilst they waited for the Aproveset to kick in. Five minutes was all it took before the pain would start, but the laughter was haunting especially as it echoed throughout the halls as he was dragged by the two soldiers. It was like he was crazy, deranged and clearly not all there anymore as the laughter sounded strangled. 

Feeling the soldiers throw him into the chair he couldn’t help but grin at them both maliciously who in turn exchanged rather concerned looks between one another. “You think you will get me to talk? Think again. I’ve said all I need to say.” The growls emitted from his mouth as he looked from soldier to soldier clearly thinking he was above them. That he was above their interrogation techniques. “There is NOTHING you can do to get information out of me. I won’t break.”

“How long is left?”

“About two minutes sir.”

Swaying on the chair Regis looked over at one of the men who had entered, he wasn’t a soldier, but it was clear he was here for a reason perhaps to talk to him? [i]Idiot. He won’t get anything from me[/i].  “If you think I’ll sing like a bird you have another thing coming.”

“Oh, I don’t think. I know.” The male in question spoke as he took a seat, eyes watching the prisoner who had already been through various different creative tortures to get him to talk. The Aproveset was one of their most prized possessions when it came to the difficult talks and this was no exception, he didn’t know who this man thought he was, but he would get him to talk. That was his job. 

“One minute, sir.”

“Very good.” Nodding to the soldiers who stood at the door, they were there just in case the prisoner got cocky, in case he thought that he could fight back. Once the drug was in his system however it would be a different story. Throughout this whole time, he did not look away from Regis, he kept his eyes firmly on the prisoner and he would wait. He was a patient man. Tseng would often oversee the interrogation; he had a way with words to push the information out of his prisoners whilst the drug was in effect. It was a speciality of his. 

Regis opened his mouth to say something but the minute he did he felt this overwhelming sense of pain, he had never felt this kind of pain before and it even pushed through the withdrawal of the alcohol. “What…” Panting as he looked at the table eyes trying to refocus as he felt the agony course through his entire body. 
“Ah, it seems your minute is up. What is your name?” Tseng started as he could see the drug was taking effect by how he was reacting. 

“Don’t be fucking stupid you know my AH.” Regis cried out hand going to his head as all he could feel was the burn, the pain aiding his shakes from his withdrawal and he felt his body temperature rising. 

“How many are in your family?” 

“Two… shit.” Regis couldn’t understand why he had said that, but the pain was pushing him forward to answer truthfully. 

“A daughter, right? Iris?” 

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” Regis spat but when he did another cry of pain left his lips as if he’d been stabbed in the leg, hands went down to his leg gripping at eyes glaring as if ready to see blood, but he couldn’t. Narrowing his eyes his head was swimming, his daughter Iris the memories flitted by focusing on the one where he had hit her. He felt his chest rising and falling quickly, pants leaving his mouth as his body shook. The pain was becoming unbearable.