X hummed, a little, as if thinking on how to say this. There might be a possibility that he could get out if he played his cards right. But that would mean lying, just a little. Not that that bothered him. Everything about him was a lie, right?
"They said I was bad so they locked me up as punishment."
He explained, pressing his palms against the door again, long collared shirt hanging over his thin legs. Well, technically, it was the truth. Just missing a lot of vital details.