[When Estinien is deposited it is, indeed, rough - from the pinkness of his face and the bit of blood coming from his nose, it looks as if he's just been in a fight with the guards. He's dragged to the cell doors stiffly as if restricted by unseen bonds, and it's only once he's on the floor of the cell that he seems able to properly struggle. His long white hair, still heavy with wetness, hangs raggedly around his face. His eyes are wild and cutting like a man that clearly has murder in his thoughts.
He can hear Relena's protestations, but it's taking him a while to absorb them. He flinches away from her when she offers a hand, his gaze flickering to the bars as they close behind him. He lunges towards them, far too late to escape, gripping them with his chained hands even as he remains partly crumpled onto the ground.]
Whoresons!
[He shouts after the guards, shaking the bars what little he can. It's only after that his gaze flickers back to Relena, still wary like a cornered animal.]
captive... again
He can hear Relena's protestations, but it's taking him a while to absorb them. He flinches away from her when she offers a hand, his gaze flickering to the bars as they close behind him. He lunges towards them, far too late to escape, gripping them with his chained hands even as he remains partly crumpled onto the ground.]
Whoresons!
[He shouts after the guards, shaking the bars what little he can. It's only after that his gaze flickers back to Relena, still wary like a cornered animal.]