Conrad is quiet for a moment, not exactly relaxing his head in the vice, but at least he stops straining against it. He supposes that he should be grateful that the person being tortured alongside him is pretty rational and doesn't seem to want to fight with him so he ends up getting lobotomized. What he says is true, of course. Hell does love to play mind games and meld physical pain with mental manipulation.

"Mmm, yeah, that makes sense," he mutters and releases a low sigh. "I'm Conrad... Um..." He gets a little hung up on how he should describe himself. Who was he before he was dragged to Hell? Maybe he should just state the bare minimum and get that out of the way. "I was an artist... And I was human before something rather unpleasant happened to me and then I wound up here, so..." He trails off a bit as his eyes fixate on the drill once again. "What about you?"