Dozing had never seemed like such a nice thing. He had always prided himself for his work ethic, and along with that his ability to remain focused and awake for long periods of time. But that was all in the name of work and completely his choice.

The long days and nights (though he had no way to measure time in his isolation) had been spent mostly in an uncomfortable, inclined position. On his chest. The positioning had been entirely to have access to his wings.

If something good had come out of the entire experience, he would probably not have felt as disheartened and lost as he currently did. But his captors had left him no real way to discern anything of his surroundings other than the metal table he had been strapped to and a few artificial lights on the ceiling. A weakness, a general layout of the room, a glimpse of one of these Malnosso that they lived in constant anxiety over.

But there was nothing. Just his body and mind paralyzed by things that any human being could succumb to.

It was humbling. A kick in the face of his own arrogance.

He caught the slight smile on Caesar's face before the younger disappeared from view. Here he was, showing disdain towards Caesar's sense of kindness and charity, and those were likely all that kept him from spending a night out in the Luceti wilderness.

"You can do whatever you want," he breathed softly, quite possibly to no one at all. "I'm ... in no position to complain."

[ooc: Dysfunctional brotherly relationships for the win. ♥ They're great because they have no idea how to get along. XD]