Raphael didn't move. It wasn't wise to move. He just stayed put. He looked at Sam briefly but he knew what he had to do. He wasn't loyal to Sam, Sam wasn't going to help him, Sam was going to die here. Lazar was the only one who had any say or control. He had to be smart. He had to reduce his punishment.

So he didn't say anything, he didn't react, he just looked at Lazar with wide, bright eyes. Waiting for his orders. Waiting to be told what to do or what to feel.

He knew how to submit in all possible ways, even in situations are dicey as this. "Sir?"