"Deficiencies?" He stiffens, instinctively seeking the physical support of the wall. The nearest corner is still too far away to press into, unfortunately. There's too much room all around him, nothing to ground him. His breathing exercise fails and he inhales in sharp bursts.

It's the voice in the back of his head that's making him the angriest: kneel, apologize, submit. He growls, staring back with his hackles raised. "Piss off. You don't know anything about me."