Alejandro would never compare anyone's bad days to his. He wasn't the type to one up anyone. But after the talk to Cal and what was going on with Sandy, he was slowly losing the fight in himself to remain level-headed and ready to approach something civilly. There was a part of him that wanted to make his problems not his own. It was all a matter of perspective really, in his mind at least. They could be all separated, pulled apart and only hearing about each other through the rumor mill when someone transferred to Limbo.
There was always going to be a part of him that knew that what was going on was something that probably would never get answered to. History had a habit of making them seem like they voluntarily gave themselves up. He was waiting for SEA to pass but what was that but just declaring them freaks with rights. Society still dealt with discrimination that was said to have been abolished with the civil rights movement. They were at the forefront of seeing what could happen to them when it came to making history for the future generations while they were pulled apart and made to suffer in the now. He supposed he was counting himself with the groups of people that wanted results now rather than later. How could they live with themselves echoing in his head every time he spoke to one of the handlers.
If it wasn't for the limiter most of them would be dead right now. Everyone here seemed to be on the borderline of going nuclear with the exception of those that had given up after spending their entire lives within these walls. Alejandro could cling onto the idea of things getting better for them while they were in their. But they all had explosive personalities. This was just a powder keg. Someone just had to light the right fuse.
He'd spent most of his night getting things ready for when Sandy was officially allowed out of solitary. She'd stay with Calvin, obviously. He'd go to visit her, giving a false sense of security by surrounding her with wings that always seemed to give people a false sense of security. But it was security nevertheless. When his communicator started buzzing he was still alone in his little world, shedding a shirt that was far too uncomfortable but why did he care anymore if he needed to wear one. To seem more normal? To seem more human? He'd allowed himself the freedom once and a while as he sat on an open-backed chair and read, thumbing the next page while trying to keep himself moderately chill for the most part. Lest he do something stupid for the night before his gaze flickered to the screen and noticed that someone was talking about the eighth floor being destroyed.
He moved to the door before swinging it open only to see Orla already on her way down the hallway and stopping just short of his door. "You seem a little chilly. You want somewhere to stay for the night?" Or longer. His room had slowly become her room.