Xerox watched as the torturers came in, 'Mako' and 'Royce'. Most stayed quiet, others insulted the torturers. Xerox mostly watched. He was pained to see Duncan clamped, but he didn't show, he had a stern expression for most of the time, until a moomba appeared. His breathing changed, it was heavier. Unable to get a good look, he couldn't tell if it was Rue or not at first glance, he tried to peer at it. Others asked them to stop, and some just watched. 

His face contorted a little, holding back tears. Mako approached Xerox. [b]'You there, friend. You look like a man who speaks from the heart.'[/b] the torturer spoke, clicking his fingers, leading to a contraption affixing the moomba's head [b]'And so I'll ask you something easy to begin with, more of a choice that a question. Which would you prefer to watch; Mr Fluffywumple being sad, or the rest of your friends being sad together?'[/b]

[color=aqua]"What do you want!? You damn monster!"[/color] Xerox replied with rage and tears. Xerox showed a deep sense of emotions. The moomba, it wasn't Rue. However, Xerox imagined it was, giving him rage, while the pain from the bullet still lodged in his back, gave him a pained expression and tears. He was acting, but with real emotions mixed in. [color=aqua]"Leave it alone! Damn it!"[/color] he cried out in anger. Xerox was controlling himself, but it would be hard to tell, with the fact that tears were coming down his face, with his pained expression, and the raw anger that quivered in his voice. Because these emotions were at least half-true. But Xerox would not tell the truth with these emotions.