[ah, this is what he'd expected. he doesn't fight back against guzma.]

I'm not trying to get you. There's people here I'd far rather seen sent off... [not to mention knowing what she's going back to? that hurts.

he puts his hand on guzma's wrist, but unlike guzma's grip, it's far gentler, even though he feels a degree of bitterness at from me, like he's the only one--] Sun has nothing to do with it. Put me down, please.