Jason's correction to her sentence hit her ears and she managed to look unamused. He really thought she'd say something like that? He obviously had no idea who she actually was... he was about to find out. Kolin would have opened her mouth to correct him about that statement with words, but before she could offer the kind of resistance she normally would have, this man's knee was pressing into her wound. Yes, it'd receded but the flaw itself was still there. She felt it spreading from the pressure, full of stinging fire, her legs moved as her body tried to shift away from the pressure and she let out another scream. A couple more by the time he asked about her still singing. "Why would I offer me? She's literally here to be a sacrifice for this ship. I only had her brought along for this," she said, still unable to keep such thoughts to herself. Nerys didn't even know what the blonde former queen had planned for her, she'd come along to help... how foolish. Kolin wasn't up for this. She didn't expect to be relegated to punching bag, but here she was. The nerve of him. He acted like she should have offered herself like some common whore, she was queen here, those beneath her were tools, what about this was so hard to understand. Nerys wasn't even useful as a distraction for this man, in this case. This man claimed to be a hero, but here he was, abusing her physically, torturing her mentally and for what? Because she didn't bow out to his stupid wishes? Because she was strong enough even while half-dead to look him in the eye and give him orders. Men truly were disgusting creatures.
His need finally removed she breathed a sigh of relief only to immediately scream again as his knee hit her exposed flaw. Unlike in her diamond form, it wasn't tucked behind anything, it was literally onto of her ribs being pounded repeatedly. It'd already begun to spread again. Further up and up setting her body aflame. Beyond the physical pain of it, he had the nerve to call her an entitled bimbo, like he wasn't the one who was currently torturing her for what she saw clearly in her mind as no reason. He wanted an offer to fix all his problems, it seemed like he was already fixing them by beating her within an inch of her life again. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she spoke, more internal bleeding she could feel as warm pooling beneath her skin. "You want your day fixed and haven't said how..." she coughed out. "I didn't plan to offer myself here at all... obviously you plan to do what you want... I won't resist," was all she had left to say. Obviously, this man would do as he pleased regardless of what she said, but that didn't mean she'd allow him to think for one moment that she was at all willingly part of this. She'd do what was necessary to get where she was going, but she wouldn't enjoy it, nor would she be helpful during it. Hell, she was barely interested in doing anything other than being pleased herself to start with... why the hell did this ship's captain think he'd get more out of her than those who aimed to please and make her happy?