“For five months he’d spit and cursed and fought. For five months he’d dragged himself off the ground no matter what violence and cruelty Riko heaped on him, and them one day he simply didn’t have the strength. It made no sense to fight. Riko was a Moriyama, and he was a Moreau. The sooner he understood his place in the world, the easier it would be for him. The pain wouldn’t stop, but knowing he deserved it would make it easier to bear. He could live with that; he had no choice.”
