[He listens to her guesses, his attention finally being drawn to their surrounding. A cell for four, it seems, and not much room to spare. The beds, for their part, look fine - but are likely far too small for someone of his stature. It's not barbaric, by any means, but it makes it no more welcome.
He has defensive energy to burn off, and no space to do it, no enemy he can fight. He fidgets with his shackles, starting to try to force one of them off of his wrist. What can he do? What is he good for, like this? He looks truly lost as he gazes at the interior of his new cage.]
Then there are those they've accepted...
[It has seemed as if his 'failure' was not the first, but also not the only result so far.]
no subject
He has defensive energy to burn off, and no space to do it, no enemy he can fight. He fidgets with his shackles, starting to try to force one of them off of his wrist. What can he do? What is he good for, like this? He looks truly lost as he gazes at the interior of his new cage.]
Then there are those they've accepted...
[It has seemed as if his 'failure' was not the first, but also not the only result so far.]