Of course, there is no way he could respond to that, considering there's currently a giant claw crushing his windpipe. But rest assured, Highblood; if he were in any position to speak right now, he wouldn't voice his protest, honest. Hadn't we already mentioned that it was practically the job of the highbloods to kill people like him? And now that the Tower was in operation, he could hypothetically be killed as many times as he needed to if it suited the beachdweller's needs.

Not that this was really moving through his thinkpan at any short length of time, naturally. The lack of oxygen was making his head go foggy. He still did not struggle in the Highblood's grip; it might be less 'fun' for his twisted view of entertainment, but struggling against the inevitable was frankly so stupid that even he wouldn't stoop to the level of doing so. (That said, he does eventually start choking for air, even as he tries to stop himself and just die already. It happened once, it can happen again.)