Reminds me of why torture as a means of information gathering is ridiculous.

I will absolutely tell you what I think you want to hear when you start stabbing me, whether its the truth or I ever knew it at all.

But I also hate you for torturing me, so If I do happen to know the thing then I also know enough to change the answer to something false but plausible for a moment of relief while you act on it, because we all know if you’re torturing me, you have no intention on ever letting me out alive.

I understand why they kill us.

In addition to destroying their habitats for strip malls, we rope them into entirely too many of our rhetorical infighting arguments.