Oh, Ryner knew those feelings, that anger at everything that wanted to make him a specimen. That was all he'd ever been, after all, the seeing this boy in an eerily similar state was enough to make his skin crawl with gooseflesh at all how very familiar it all was. Even the room itself might have been one he'd woken in so many times he'd lost count by now.

The thrown objects were familiar, too, but not from this side. Ryner had done that too, for all the good it had done. Which had of course been none at all. Still, he'd been trained to fight, and easily dodged or blocked them, holding up a hand he hoped would be seen as friendly.

"Look, I'm not going to do anything to you, okay? We can figure this out if you just calm down for a minute. Tearing me apart isn't going to make it better."