"What - uch."

Rattle. This hurts. Instead of a noise of anything like pain, it sounds more like frustration.

"Just how the fuck am I supposed to see my own eyes? I knew this would happen. You guys can't out-argue me so you stop pretending to be civil."

Yes, Volk. That's why this is happening. Because you're so smart.

Volk reaches to the hand holding him up and knocks on it like it's a door.

"Let go now." Not a demand or a threat, just: now is time for that action.