Whatever it is? It responds. The first wash of green snaps through York's mind since they woke up buried in Allison and it's not comforting at all to hear that he ought to let this happen. That it's for his own protection.

That it will keep them safe.

No breath to scream, no way to fight against the corded sinew holding him still, he opens his mouth to plead for mercy and all that comes out are more wires. More tendrils burrowing and writhing until he can't..move at all. He hangs, suspended, good eye lolling in its socket as D finally settles in his skin.