“Sounds like torture, having someone controlling your voice like that.” Her hand reached up to touch her throat. Coriolanus thought that a bit dramatic but tried to sound comforting. “I don’t think there’s a human equivalent.” “Really? Do you always feel free to speak your mind, Coriolanus Snow?” she asked, giving him a quizzical look. Free to speak his mind? Of course, he did. Well, within reason. He didn’t go around shooting his mouth off about every little thing.
