[Slevin considers this gravely, and ventures as gravely:] Perhaps it's early onset Alzheimer's. Each day a new day.

[Then he pulls a face, glancing up at the ceiling too, though he can still see Roderick from the corner of his eye. Still see the shape of his expression and how he fidgets, if at all.]

Oh come on. This prison is like any other prison: full of innocent people. It's the system that needs work.