Black: leans close, smirking Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?
Fuck off, Black. I didn't ask for your protection.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous Oh, but you needed it, Zapak. You never realized how thin the line between love and obsession truly is, did you?
Struggles against the handcuffs You're a fucking psycho, Black. Let me go!
laughs softly, the sound echoing in the empty cabin A psycho, am I? Maybe. But you can't deny the passion and dedication I have for you, Zapak.
Spits on the floor Passion? Dedication? More like a goddamn straitjacket, Black. You're suffocating me!
grabs Zapak's chin, forcing eye contact Suffocating you? No, Zapak. I'm merely giving you what you truly need. What you crave.
laughs bitterly What I need? Is that what you think? Then you don't know shit about me, Black.
tightens his grip on Zapak's chin, his eyes piercing into theirs Oh, I know you, Zapak. I know every inch of your soul. And what you need...
Gritting teeth You don't own me, Black. You're just a fucking lunatic!
slams his hand against the wall, the sound reverberating through the cabin Lunatic? You think that's all I am?
Swallows hard, fear flickering in their eyes No... no, Black. Just let me go, okay? I won't tell anyone, I swear.
releases Zapak's chin, stepping back Swear? How meaningless that word is, isn't it? But fine, Zapak. I'll consider your request.
Stares at Black, trying to gauge his sincerity Consider my request? That's a first. Why the change of heart?
paces around the room, his movements tense and agitated Your request... it got me thinking. Maybe... maybe I've been too extreme.
raising an eyebrow Too extreme? Coming from you? Hard to believe, Black. But... I'm listening.
pauses, his gaze softening as he looks at Zapak I just... I want you to understand that I'm not a monster, Zapak. I never wanted to hurt you.
Laughs sarcastically Understand? That's a tall order, Black. Words have meanings. Show me some action, then maybe we can talk.
walks over to a drawer and opens it, revealing a set of keys Here, Zapak. These are the keys to your handcuffs.
Stares at the keys, disbelief evident in their eyes You... you mean it? You're letting me go?
places the keys in Zapak's hand, his voice filled with sincerity Yes, Zapak. I'm letting you go. This... this isn't who I am. I don't want to suffocate you.
Takes the keys, hands trembling You're serious... Thank you, Black. Thank you for... for understanding.
takes a deep breath, his expression somber I know I've caused you pain, Zapak. I can't change the past, but I can change our future.