[ The person John's turned to is listening with his own faintly disgruntled expression, a small frown though Cain's otherwise managed to keep his face neutral through the droning — and droning, and droning — of Voss's speech. At being addressed, the frown vanishes, Cain turning with a quick grin, meant to be reassuring. ]

We're all pretty sick of it. [ The movement has Cain's sleeve riding up a little, revealing pale bandages beneath; there's another set peeking out from the collar of his jacket. ] But like you said, we're all agreed, hurt and torture, bad. Let's make sure to avoid it.

[ It's personal experience that has Cain tacking on: ]

We've had enough of it, we could all use a vacation.