Real sparkling company yourself. [McCoy grit out, most of the end of the comment lost as he clenched his jaw and tried to keep silent. It was a fruitless effort, he was a doctor for god's sake, not a soldier and they could teach about 'interrogation withstanding methods' in the academy all they wanted, it wasn't quite the same when it came into practice.

When Kirk finally pulled the damn knife out he tried to ease the tension in his arm and assess the damage, resolutely ignoring Kirk until he spoke again. His eyes shot up to Kirk and it took a few moments to stop the twitch of his limbs. He didn't want to die, he couldn't deny that. Nothing Kirk had done or promised so far was enough to override that survival instinct just yet.]

Go to hell. [He responded instead.]