Cole gave up after that attempt, wishing that things were as black and white as he'd once thought they were. It would be easier that way, easier to let his hatred and his anger wash away anything else whenever he looked at Trenton. He didn't want to pity him, didn't want to feel guilty; and he kept quiet as they walked towards P4. He still had no idea how they were going to keep him in there.
When the hell did things get so complicated? He followed the other two inside the apartment, wincing slightly at the sight of the door as they passed it.