Still in the Uncharteds...somewhere.

"I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't," Stark repeated, hugging his knees tightly to his chest. "I won't." It had been...he didn't know how long, actually. A weeken, at least. Maybe more. Once Stark had boarded the game designer's ship, he had found himself locked in a cell. In some situations familiarity can be comforting. This was not that kind of familiarity.

"I would have hoped you'd have become more cooperative by now. That will come. Eventually," Yoti said flatly from the other side of the door. Stark jumped. He hadn't known the man was there. The protests were for his own benefit, not Yoti's. But the Banik offered no response. He could already hear the footsteps as Yoti walked away.

( And it only goes downhill from there. )

[I'm mean to my poor alien. But it's fun. Mostly. And comments? They are like cupcakes.]