[Red might have picked up on the surprise, but that indignation barely subsides. His own feelings of disgust and outrage throbbing between sorrow and anger. Wavering between that apparent loathsome hatred for mind control and... just as strongly, what almost seems like revulsion at himself. Clenched like a set of hands around someone's neck.
no subject
Even so, he manages to keep it at a simmer.]
I'm askin' what it is you make people do.