Charles opened his mouth to answer, but the other man's words kept coming and suddenly he found himself unsure of what to say. Pursing his lips again he fell into a uneasy silence, at least while he thought his words over. They sounded a bit mad, if he were to be honest, but so did the idea of bending metal with ones mind or reading someone's. "No, I'm not dead, I can tell you that much." He pauses, giving a long look around the room before back to the other he's acquainted himself with, however faintly. "Though it does look like a good substitute for hell." Not that he believes in that sort of thing, or fancies himself the kind of person who would go there regardless-- he's decently sure he's been arrested, not sent to hell.
"I'm... sure things will change, they'll let us go-- I can hardly see any reason for a bunch of law abiding people to be arrested-- I know for a fact I haven't done a thing wrong--" He grimaces at the pointed stares of the guards, "-- and if you say you haven't, well, then that makes two people who don't belong. I get the feeling it'll be cleared up soon enough."
"I'm... sure things will change, they'll let us go-- I can hardly see any reason for a bunch of law abiding people to be arrested-- I know for a fact I haven't done a thing wrong--" He grimaces at the pointed stares of the guards, "-- and if you say you haven't, well, then that makes two people who don't belong. I get the feeling it'll be cleared up soon enough."
Or so he hoped.
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