Yuzuru stays tense and offers slight resistance as he's disarmed and shoved about, enough to require a bit of force but not so much that he needs to be yanked off his feet. His keeps his chin high and his expression cool as he's marched forward, meeting the commander's gaze steadily.

That calm expression is replaced with a look of deep, primal unease as the order is given and the guards grab at him. His entire body going rigid as his clothes are torn and the cool night air gusts across his skin. His instincts take over and his composure slips, albeit not in a very princely way. He doesn't cower and cringe away - he fights back, jerking his head backwards in the hopes of bashing one of the soldiers in the nose and lashing out to aim a vicious stomp at the commander's knee.

He's willing to sacrifice a lot for Rei, but he's not ready to sit down and placidly accept this.