[Swallowing hard Pratt looks at Ben, eyes haunted, before turning his gaze on the ground, concentrating on his breathing and trying to wrangle his body and mind back under control. There's no hiding it now, someone had seen him pass out and do .. who knows what. It hadn't been much time, but he could have done a lot of damage.

There aren't any weapons, and no real directions, so it hasn't really clicked in his mind that without Jacob there to give him orders he won't actually do anything when under the effects of the conditioning. It makes him crazed and compliant and a living weapon, but there's no Hope County residents to murder, no other Deputies to catch. There's no outlet for his training.

When he realizes that he'll be thankful, but that won't be for a while.]

Before being here. Before Hadriel. Back home. There was this cult. The Project at Eden's Gate.

[Short, clipped sentences with deep breaths in between as he comes back to himself.]

I was captured by them. Tortured. Conditioned.

The music it's... [It takes him a while to try and remember the word, even talking about this out loud seems to hurt him.] It's the trigger. For me. To.. do whatever it is Jacob wants.

I don't know what. I never remember it.