It's such a thought. He knew going in that it would be bad, that whoever arrested him would do so by force; that they wouldn't be kind. But he'd do it. If it would save the others, if it would let him win, he'd do it. He just—he hadn't thought they'd drug him. That's not even legal. He starts to pull away—

One thing. Is more important. His hand tightens on Ren's waist, his lifeline, as he gets control of himself.

"We still might have to go through with it, you know," he says, dry-mouthed. "There might be no way around it. Not if we want to get out the other side."