"As if it's the first time I've been tortured," Kaz mutters, rolling his eyes. It's easier to wear that armor now, even if he's trying not to withdraw completely. Yet making it nothing, minimalizing it is better than admitting how bad it is. Physically he's as healed as he's going go be, but the scars that run emotionally are something else entirely.

"The only thing I need that isn't in this room is answers."

His tones are harder then, hating that he knows right now they have very few and with the possibility of a new player in the game - or the one behind it all this time - he isn't sure they'll have them. Not yet anyways.

Despite the roughness of his words, Kaz hand comes to Jesper's cheek, brushing against the sharp line there tenderly. "Have you even slept? Eaten? I know Inej has hardly done both either," he notes, glancing sidelong at her. "It will do us little good if neither of you take care of yourself."

Ignore that he's done none of these things. That isn't important, right?