[Nisei's spells are an extension of himself. It's so weird to feel the tension leave you, through them. People struggle when they're about to be hurt. But your training makes you want what you shouldn't, be what you shouldn't, around someone that you'd know better than to try and take comfort from, if you had any judgment at all. But ... he'll play. He doesn't bother answering you, because this isn't a conversation anymore. Power glitters in Nisei's eyes, contracting his pupils.

The bonds tighten without warning. Spines start threading themselves through your flesh, shallowly. It's an invasive feeling. A few lift themselves out again, and the sharp edge leaves a bloody cut in their wake. The rest merely threaten to. Nisei could retract them, if he wanted. Or he can rip them straight out, like tearing a piercing. It would be messy, apart from being excruciatingly painful.

The only untouched part of you is your name, and several inches of neck on either side of it. Seimei wouldn't want that collar altered. But the rest of Soubi is fair game. And actually, Nisei has something even more inventive in mind. Something ... he's been saving to try. The delivery mechanism isn't quite natural yet. It has to be injected subcutaneously.

Overhead, the lights flicker again, and then go very dim. Nisei arches an eyebrow and then walks right up to you. Nothing as contemptible as Soubi has a right to be so overgrown. He grabs two fistfuls of shirt and forces you to the ground, his magic a lead weight against your martyred refusal.]

Now. 'My name is BELOVED.' Say it.