The cell's a little terrifying. Last time someone knew about what he could and did do, he'd run. Now the person who knows he indulges in the Vice is gesturing to a place with bars but Lance hadn't told anyone. He's even protecting Detlef a little some, so he swallows and nods.

"I shouldn't." His voice is quiet. "He's going to die, but... he was going to from the moment he was taken from his village. That's their power. He doesn't even have to be..." Detlef trails off and waves a hand, not saying the word.