At this point, Benedict's stillness is punctuated by shaking, his dark eyes shifting from Myr to Hanzo and back as they converse. His gaze toward Hanzo is grateful, if frightened; he's unimaginably relieved to have an ally at this time, even as something in the back of his mind niggles at how cruel it is to treat Myr this way. Myr, who saved his life, and has always been a listening ear.
Bene presses the heels of his hands over his eyes, drawing them down his face as silently as he can. If it weren't for the actual full-fledged terror he holds for the Templars, this might be easier.
But it's not.