[There was a time, a brief sliver, when Brian had believed in the possibility of changed. That he might not be irrevocably ruined, that there was a way through what had happened to him.
It hadn't lasted. His first kill, half an accident, had given him a sense of purpose. It had been a relief.]
Well, nice as this place is, it is a prison.
[God, he'd like to kill. It's impractical here.]
It's kind of up to you, isn't it? Whether they let you out or not.