"Oh my god, would you STOP MOVING?!"

Matias's voice bounced off every wall it could, ricocheting this way and that until it fell upon his ears. He stood silent for more than a few moments, fists tight and eyes wide. He took a deep, shaky breath to try and collect himself, a temporary fix for the moment.

"... I'm not wasting my time arguing with a brick wall like him. If he wants to put up with what the pigs dish out, then he can do that. I said what I said to him, and you, and everyone else. He's going to end up dying with all the abuse they give him, but I guess that's what he wants. Better than a dry room, am I right?"

He said that last sentence with a teasing tone and a shrug. Most of his words were separated by labored breathing. Waving his hand dismissively towards Midnight, he perched himself by the window sill again.

"He better do what he promised me he would do before he croaks."