Giving in won't hurt any more, though, will it? [She looks up at him, one hand massaging her temple, something she's never done before and that actually gives some relief to the headache.]

They have absolute control over us. We already knew they could kill any of us any time. Now we know they'll torture us to prove a point, but we don't even know what the point is!

[She might be giving in, but she's angry too. Her rises with it, raw as it is. But there's no way anger is going to help and so it's useless, and that just makes it worse. It has nowhere to go, no constructive direction. And so she's helpless. And that's frightening.]

There's nothing we can do except keep surviving. That's not being broken.