Zoo

Dillon nodded, getting to his feet. "I'll try not to do or say anything too stupid," he said, making his way down the hall and back to the cell.

He didn't feel scared or anything, but now that he was there, he had no idea what to say. He stood there in front of the glass for a good long moment, a small pang of guilt hitting him at the realization it felt an awful lot like a zoo. Then again, he supposed that if you were going to act like an animal, you were going to be treated like an animal.

He sighed, sitting down on a folding chair in front of the glass and crossing his legs. "So what should we call you?" he asked calmly. "At the very least, I'd say you deserve a name."