He wasn't having trouble controlling B. Rabbit before this, exactly, but it was a little reminiscent of how he'd managed at Isla Yura's. The few times he called on his chain in the past few months, it's followed his desires to the letter, never caused more ruin than whatever precisely he wanted to do, come and gone on command. But this place makes his head hurt, makes him feel an itch somewhere in the back of his thoughts and a shudder up his spine, and it's taken more conscious effort (too familiar too familiar don't want to kill anyone).

But now, his grip slips.

He doesn't show any signs of having heard Elliot, eyes narrowing and focusing for signs of more soldiers.