A laugh bursts out of Johnny, ugly and humorless and slightly hysterical. "Fuck you," he says. "Fuck you, fuck you. I don't care what you call it, torture, fucking lessons, whatever. I don't want it." He rubs the burgeoning moisture angrily from his eyes and looks helplessly up at the Doctor, who's doing such a fine fucking job looking concerned and bewildered. "Drop the act, will you? It's not a good look for you. Just get it over with. Just be Zagreus."

This is what giving up looks like.