"Well, of course not. There's not retirement plan, either. That would require them to think of us as real people and not weapons. So fuck them, absolutely, but don't give them a reason to put you down like a rabid animal. So go see someone on the psych team and get this sorted before they catch wind." Garrett was certain he didn't have to specify who they were. When Will's comments took on a darker tone, the doctor decided to pull a card he normally wouldn't have touched. Desperate times and all that.
"Replaceable to them, yes. But what about your family? Your file said you had children. Let me be the first to tell you to go fuck yourself if they aren't a good enough reason to outlast this damn place. It's not fair and it's not humane, but for Christ's sake, man, there's still some hope in getting out of here." Garrett didn't completely believe that, but as long as Will did then it was worth the false confidence.
"The day you accept that you're nothing more than a tool to be used and mistreated is the day you legitimize all of the pain they've put you and your family through. So you can throw in the towel and leave your children to fend for themselves or you can, at the very least, show them how to be a thorn in the paw of a lion. Your decision, Mr. McCall."