He wanted to sass. He wanted to squirm and complain-- but his own visceral fears from previous times that he had been strung up and treated like a punching bag had instinctively kept him still. While the Zealots were nothing like the numbing rage of Hazel Rainhart, they still saw an opportunity to test his limits.

It was as if they knew from looking at him that he had been tortured before.

"You're.... you."

Oscar trailed, his voice shaking while he heaved a visible sigh of relief. Bugs and John were not a good pair, in his recollection. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a corrupted and out of control Emperor John Gaius.

With Hazel, he knew there was a way to talk his way out. That wasn't an option once anyone went Beast Mode.