[John glances over at Sholto. The man has finally turned back and inclines his head slightly, urging John to go on.]

I can't emote. I told you that. I'm having trouble grounding myself because of it. [He'd clear his throat here, but even that small gesture of uncertainty is lost to him at the moment.] I feel like I'm half out of my body and seeing things that aren't there. I thought pain might help do something. I can't hurt myself right now, though.

['Hurting yourself won't help MN Poisoning, Watson,' Sholto says, lips drawing to a thin line of displeasure. 'It's punishment, and that's all it will be.']