"When you stopped keeping me locked up like a prisoner." Seifer called back as he continued on through the door and back along the hallway that would take him back to the room he would shortly no longer be occupying. Whoever was going to have it next probably wasn't to particularly care for whatever damage he'd managed to inflict to it in his time there, but that wasn't going to be his problem soon so it seemed pointless to start dwelling on that now.
Oddly enough, the question on whether or not it was just smarter to change back into the stupid simple cotton clothes they'd shoved him into the first time now or to just wait until he got there passed through his mind. The implications of that made him scowl though as he knew that it had to be a bad sign, even if it didn't matter to anyone else in the world but him.