[From here.]

Normally a trip from his room and to this hallway should be a cinch, but already Sechs was feeling the side-effects of his M-U kicking in from his spine. The tightening chill and abusive whispering from the results of his torture always made some of the most basic of things difficult, like walking down a hall without having to bend over slightly from growing discomfort. All he could do was clench his teeth together and move on.

[To here.]