[ Vex had a distinct feeling that it was the absolutely wrong request, but what else could he do? Plan A hadn't worked, plan B was strange but maybe he could somehow jog Rafa's memory if he continued down this path. ]

Think about it! You, me, a-- [ He grunted as he forced himself to stand and slowly hobbled to Rafa to place his nice hand on his shoulder. ] Uh, pretty little friend? I tell you, he was bloody good at torture, maybe we could use someone like him.

And this? [ He acted as if his broken hand was no big deal as he shrugged, and tried not to wince as another shot of mind-numbing pain went through it. His hands were his most precious body part, not that he'd understood at the time as to why- now he certainly did- and he'd whine whenever he got so much as a paper-cut, let alone shattered bones. ]

I'll heal, yeah? 'n my face is still gorge and you know it. [ He leaned in to give a light kiss to Rafa's jaw, careful not to bump his nose into his cheek because ow. ] C'mon. For me? Let's keep him. I bet he could get to like us and our cause. You know he could've been a helluva a lot worse to me, all things considered... I think he wants to join us, deep down inside.