Except this time he knew he cared. He knew it bothered him but he was loathe to admit that to him yet or allow him to realize.

"I wonder what would make you start caring." he said, looking over at him.

"I wonder, what exactly, would make you give in. Who would I have to threaten? Though it wouldn't be a threat if I get out on my own. If you make me claw my way out of your mind, I will slaughter everyone you hold dear and you know it." he whispered, voice menacing and cold.