[ daylight's face scrunches up at the question, clearly unhappy and/or unwilling to speak about it.

... but mr. ambus asked him and he did just do daylight a big favour. it's the least he can do for him even if he feels nausea bubble up in his intake. ]

They- They kept force-feeding me the forest spirits. [ he looks away and curls up into himself as if trying to make himself into a smaller target. he looks at his servos, flexing his servos to try and keep himself calm while he speaks. ] I tried to not- I really tried- But they kept shoving it down my intake and-