"Who else? Because he might not be the only one who's stopped enjoying leaving his cabin because he can't take two steps without a tail. This isn't the military. You're not on a mission, Shaw. You're a warden. That's your job. You agreed to help inmates in exchange for compensation. Even if you don't give a shit about them, even if you don't think they're worth it. That's what you agreed to. You don't get to have a fucking grudge, you signed away that right at the door."

He braces himself on the table, gripping the edge lightly. "He offered piano lessons in a public space and Malcolm responded by asking him if he was planning on keeping people locked in a box underneath it."