[It's very exciting, the anticipation of the surprise. It will no doubt be something painful, but beyond that, it's anyone's guess. Broken fingers? Stabbing? Maybe something less expected, like an electrical shock. He starts ranking the options in his head, from most to least preferable. Fingernail stuff ranks pretty low, as it turns out, just because the aftermath seems gross.
He yelps when the machine finally rips out one of his nails. Jesus christ, ow. There's a thrill to pain, yes, but there's also a fucking limit.
Once the initial shock is over, though, the steady throb in his finger does wonders to distract him from the growing anxiety of his hands being stuck. He hates being restrained.]
Hey, now we know!
[And, hey, time for round two! The machine spits out a second sin: WILLFUL BLINDNESS
This time, Harlan genuinely doesn't recognize the sin, so. His eyebrows raise at Fenris.]
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He yelps when the machine finally rips out one of his nails. Jesus christ, ow. There's a thrill to pain, yes, but there's also a fucking limit.
Once the initial shock is over, though, the steady throb in his finger does wonders to distract him from the growing anxiety of his hands being stuck. He hates being restrained.]
Hey, now we know!
[And, hey, time for round two! The machine spits out a second sin: WILLFUL BLINDNESS
This time, Harlan genuinely doesn't recognize the sin, so. His eyebrows raise at Fenris.]
You're up, buddy.