Martin's face opened up into a mask of shock. "Four hun -- oh my God. That's ... that's certainly a form of BDSM I've never heard of." He coughed a little, recovering, processing the implications of what that could do to the human body.

"But you trusted him to know he wouldn't kill you. That ... that's a lot of trust." He puffed his cheeks as he blew out a breath.

"You know, the funny thing is ... when I got stabbed? I didn't feel betrayed, or angry, or any of that, either. I was just ... proud. So I think I know where you're coming from, a little. Or - that other me would know where the other you was. If that makes sense."