I mean just that. [smartly, voice pinched as his company puts up a fight... well, there's that at least. the struggle satisfies some inner part of him, a growl in his head or a desire for roughness that this place has delivered, but... in a language he can't understand (can't remember?)]

[a knee sinks into the middle of that pained back, pining a smaller chest to the mattress like the squirming little patient he is -- and Cedar has lost all of his own patience]

Mine's already been tested and I proved myself worthy. So how about it?

[those ropes snap, slide, and secure around wrists, and now that his own hands are free, he wastes no time in seizing up the 'younger' haibane's robes and ripping them from the neck down, exposing nasty discoloration and tumors that shift, squirm, threaten to rip skin right open]

Ever wanted to be an angel?