[Facilier comes on screen looking slightly amused. In spite of his words, though, there's something unusual about his expression, to those who know him - something a little less smug, but not the rage that usually replaces the smugness, either. It's almost genuinely thoughtful.
He's also wearing
this, without a hint of self-consciousness.]
I was just thinking, I never did show off my costume to y'all. S'got a good cut to the suit, I think it's flattering.
We've all been doin' a lot of talking 'bout our feelings, haven't we? Even I've gotten in on the act. It's so easy to get caught up in all the squabbling and the blame, and do a lot of well-meaning talk 'bout fixing things. Or people.
I've said it before, though: the Wardens didn't bring us here. The Wardens didn't decide how this place would be run, or what new tricks would get played on us every week or so. Most of 'em are insufferable, and they're no better than us, but they don't decide whether we come or go.
The Inmates didn't bribe you heroic types to a place where you'd play scapegoats, or get yourselves violated or tortured in the name of helpin' someone else who don't always want the help. I doubt you were warned it'd happen to you, either - the zombis, say, or that fine little haunted house...
So who's to blame here? Don't mind me if you'd rather not talk 'bout the answer. I'm just thinkin' out loud, more or less.
[Private to Coyo]
I'm interested.
Though I've got questions and details to sort out, first.