He was not happy to get dragged out of bed. And not happy about where he was going. He did resist at first, but he knew it was useless. He wasn't looking forward to showing what was left of his face for all the prison to see. But it had to happen sooner or later.

Eventually he was in the chair and strapped in. He squirmed in pain against his burns. He was obviously in a lot of pain. "Fuck all of this," he grumbled. "This is bullshit!" he shouted at the announcer's voice. As if it would do any good.