Yeah, well. Places that are supposed to be prisons get points for drab, supposedly. Light blue paint on cinderblocks and terrible kitchen fixtures.
[He pauses and sticks his tongue in his cheek, considering the ceiling. Then, decisively:] Warmer tones and better lighting.
["Stick one of them" is an interesting turn of phrase. Dispassionate, almost too much so. But it's better than abject horror, so Roderick turns to look at Slevin again.]
As far as I can tell, most of the inmates I've met are murderers of some kind. And it's still news? I wish I possessed that kind of capacity for surprise.
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[He pauses and sticks his tongue in his cheek, considering the ceiling. Then, decisively:] Warmer tones and better lighting.
["Stick one of them" is an interesting turn of phrase. Dispassionate, almost too much so. But it's better than abject horror, so Roderick turns to look at Slevin again.]
As far as I can tell, most of the inmates I've met are murderers of some kind. And it's still news? I wish I possessed that kind of capacity for surprise.