Senku had moved beyond his explosive anger, and he said one more word. "Stop." This time it was barely above a whisper.

He didn't look happy and his attempt to pull his hands away left him in the same position he started in, his wrists still captured. It was frustrating. He couldn't....

It was too much, that was the problem, he didn't like touch to begin with, and forced in this position he was passing the point of overwhelming. The resistance left him, his wrists were limp in Roland's grip, his logic telling him there was no way in fighting it because he wasn't strong enough. He was so frustrated. The one thing he wasn't doing, was listening.

Senku took a deep breath in, a count to four and he exhaled. Repeat.