Viewing Rooms - John Conley: Open
John sat quietly in the back of the viewing room, dressed in his new clothes, cleaned, polished, and made to look presentable for his new potential buyers. He realized his fate, and accepted it without too much fret, and instead remained seated in the back of the viewing room showing off nothing more than the fact he was both disinterested and patient.
He looked relatively normal for the most part, he looked mostly human if not for the fact he was a bit larger than most humans could look, filled out more than most, with eyes that spoke volumes in terms of the darkness that lay behind them. His scent was different, and it was obvious he was something very much not human, but there was no malice in his visage. No hatred, vengeance, anger, it was just a simple patience.
A smart man didn't waste his energies on something he had no control of, and frankly? He didn't care to be in control of this situation; the loss of Cortana had been enough to strike him down considerably. Without her, he found very little reason to continue fighting, he had nothing to fight for.
Instead he sat, arms resting on his legs, eyes lowered to the floor as he simply sat, quietly waiting.