Aidou wasn’t exactly crazy about unusual behavior, either--or as the case was here, unusual comments. He had enough to concern him without needing to worry that his senses could be lying and what seemed a normal human was in actually an abnormal human. Though he didn’t look at her, his eyebrow twitched upward for a brief moment before smoothing out again.

Besides that, they most certainly were not in the same “boat,” not when one looked at the finer details, but pointing out their differences would also be an unnecessary distraction. It was enough that he knew it, and he didn’t really care if she wanted to disobey her captors with him or not.

He shifted his weight but didn’t allow himself to slouch. She was right about the disorganization and the fact that they were doing nothing more than playing charades with him. In comparison to Landel’s preferred style of uniform, Aidou didn’t mind the crisp lines and formality of this one in principle. But it was prison garb all the same, a despicable game of dress-up. “If they didn’t have an idea of what they were here to accomplish, the situation would probably be different,” he replied. He didn’t raise his voice, yet he also didn’t care if the soldiers nearest overheard him or not. There was a chance they were real, cognizant human beings, but there was also the chance they were like the typical day staff. Oblivious and probably brainwashed creatures rather than real people who could suffer and bleed.

Either way, their game had changed…

“What rank is on your tag?” he added after a pause.