Badd refolded the photo and tucked it away. He didn't mention the contents of the letter, no point depressing his friend further when he was just starting to pull a smile. "Want to bet that both of them line up? My letter mentioned...I think they might have been referring to you and Kay in some way. It's like they've got this elaborate story built up about who we're 'supposed to be' and they're keeping to the party line for everyone." The why, he still hadn't figured out, but he had reached the point of not caring. The whole thing was a massive sadistic experiment and all Badd needed to know how to do was how to stop it.

He wasn't ashamed of having yelled at Javert earlier. Javert deserved it for wasting his time trying to deduce a method to the madness when all they really needed to deduce was where they were keeping those guns at night.