[He shakes his head, not to show that he doesn't understand, but that he understands all too well what he means: it's a gesture of finality.]
All of it. It's all... I told him goodbye. I told him it was over.
[He tells this information to the floor, but as soon as it's out of him, he looks up at his warden, looking for something. Approval? Confirmation? Reassurance? Maybe not, because he doesn't seem uncertain at all about it; there's even something like pride behind his eyes. But maybe he just needs to be reminded, after hanging up on the man who changed his life so much -- for better or worse -- that that's a good thing.]
[Spam]
All of it. It's all... I told him goodbye. I told him it was over.
[He tells this information to the floor, but as soon as it's out of him, he looks up at his warden, looking for something. Approval? Confirmation? Reassurance? Maybe not, because he doesn't seem uncertain at all about it; there's even something like pride behind his eyes. But maybe he just needs to be reminded, after hanging up on the man who changed his life so much -- for better or worse -- that that's a good thing.]