"I've been trying, in the Enclosure. It just isn't the same, Len." He glances at the man next to him. "I don't know if I want to control myself. I want to let it all burn. You know that."

He looks back at his hands, pulling the gloves off and looking at the scars on his wrists. "The time masters did something. I..." He grits his teeth. Len deserves the truth. "Usually it wasn't physical torture. But the times where it was just that... Pain is like rain."