Even after Ianto backs away from the door, the attempt to open it continues from inside—not too long after, mind you. The prisoner is fairly exhausted as it is, and it's this fact alone that forces him to give in to failure once more, which he does without a sound save the ragged panting of his breath. He could shout again, but why bother.
One more thump, and then another—his fist against the deformed and damaged wood, halfheartedly—and then he is silent.
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Even after Ianto backs away from the door, the attempt to open it continues from inside—not too long after, mind you. The prisoner is fairly exhausted as it is, and it's this fact alone that forces him to give in to failure once more, which he does without a sound save the ragged panting of his breath. He could shout again, but why bother.
One more thump, and then another—his fist against the deformed and damaged wood, halfheartedly—and then he is silent.