...You should be sorry. I thought I was supposed to be your husband, not your prisoner.
[But as Yukio is led through the complex, he realizes he's still a prisoner anyways. That apartment is probably going to be locked from the outside, and even if Yukio could get out, he might not be able to find his way to the exit.
He looks around when he's let in, taking notice of the furniture, the various rooms... He also notices the bars over the windows, and his frown increases to accommodate his anger.]
I don't see why I'll want to spend my free time with you.
What will I be expected to do here anyways? Am I going to be part of your army, or am I supposed to stay here like a good little prisoner?
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[But as Yukio is led through the complex, he realizes he's still a prisoner anyways. That apartment is probably going to be locked from the outside, and even if Yukio could get out, he might not be able to find his way to the exit.
He looks around when he's let in, taking notice of the furniture, the various rooms... He also notices the bars over the windows, and his frown increases to accommodate his anger.]
I don't see why I'll want to spend my free time with you.
What will I be expected to do here anyways? Am I going to be part of your army, or am I supposed to stay here like a good little prisoner?