[Neuvillette's words earn a low growl. Handle was it? Hasn't he heard those words so many times before? If his senses didn't feel like they were going completely haywire, he'd maybe pick up something soothing and familiar with Neuvillette's scent. Even their voice. The way that it would normally evoke comfort. Right now though, his guard is too high up and the cacophony of scents and noises is overwhelming.

He jolts a little when the other speaks, his head whipping to wear he thinks he heard the other. His glare is in Neuvillette's direction, but Neuvillette might pick it up then. His eyes aren't trained on them. They dart around, never quite landing on him nor lingering.]

I've heard that a few times now. [There's a rasp in his voice. Talking isn't something he does too often. Rarely do those in captivity get to speak freely and he was no different.]

Even if it's true. What happens after? I get set free and end up on the streets? [It would be foolish to think he had a much better fate out there than in this place. He didn't know how to do anything but fight. He didn't know how to live in society because he never had the chance to before.

Should he be biting the hand that is technically feeding him? Is he being a little difficult? He can't help but want to know what's out there for him because he can't imagine anything outside what he knew all his life.</small.]