[He doesn't answer right away, eyes already straying away from Freyjadour to look at a guard who walks by. His lips twitched into a troubled frown before fading into a more tired expression. Inwardly, beyond his drug-induced haze, he was wary; being this affected after only a few days did not speak well for a continued stay in the facility. He had to get out of here.
Unsurprisingly, that's the first thing he voices once the thought occurs to him, even though he should have known (and did know, in some addled level of his mind) that this was only a visit.]
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Unsurprisingly, that's the first thing he voices once the thought occurs to him, even though he should have known (and did know, in some addled level of his mind) that this was only a visit.]
Are you here to get me out of here?