[He's audibly breathing through his teeth for a bit, only very vaguely able to be grateful this isn't on visual so Scorpius can actually watch him freaking out.]

What I'm still certain of is that I want to leave this wretched, noxious, tiresome, awful place. I want my freedom.

...What I should want, also, is to go back to the way things used to be, in Gotham. Back to my old life. I honestly don't know if I can do that anymore. Not after here, after all this. Not after the things that have happened to me.