"I do," Gyre answers immediately from the dark. His voice is incredibly strained. He wasn't overjoyed about the idea of sitting down in this weird room to begin with, but the second he's strapped down, his whole body goes completely rigid. He does not like this. He's trying very hard to keep his mind from going to the darkest places it can. The idea of being trapped in one spot is such a primal fear for him, and he is only barely keeping his voice under control.

Even as he asks for help, he's also clenching his fists, shifting his legs against the bindings. He manages to get a half an inch between his back and the chair, and he holds himself there, refusing to be pulled back into place even though he's clearly shivering with the effort of it. Please help him.