The wind is knocked out of his lungs when Tseng hits him and ht hits the bed hard. He needs this though, he needs to know that he's no longer falling apart bit by bit as he had been for the past two years. The pain he wants to feel now is pain that is on his own terms and not being at the mercy of something darker.

He can't stop himself from letting out a soft cry of pain when his wrist snaps so exquisitely and his hand goes limp, now useless. "I would have been if I had been there with you to see what you did to him."

Tseng has him pinned and with one hand, it would be all but impossible to change their positions again. All he can do is shift against Tseng, grabbing his hip hard with his one good hand to bring him flush against him with a pleased smirk even though his eyes are dark with pain. "Your life is mine and not his to take."