Yujinn remained mostly quiet, eyes shut. He wanted to save his strength, to be ready to run if the mirror let him go for any reason. Until then, fighting seemed counter productive, unless he tried to tie his hands -- then he wouldn't have a choice.

He couldn't help twitching at the touches, or that his breathing quickened when he didn't want it to.

It's doesn't matter... Is what he told himself. He'd been touched by dozens of people. It didn't matter. It didn't matter.