"No, that's... That's just wrong, doing this to a child. And yes, I do know what's wrong and right, believe it or not," Simms said before Reginald could, as he'd expected most of his visitors would comment on that. He let go of the bars, and kept himself from throwing his chair, or kicking the coffee he'd set down. He just paced, acting more like that caged animal that Reginald could compare him to.
"Well... Fine," he grumbled when Reginald explained away his suggestion, hopefully looking at least somewhat reasonable. "Still think I'd take being tased once or twice out there if it meant I'd get some fresh fucking air once in a while. Some fucking daylight. Speaking of, you gonna leave one of those flashlights with me, Woodward? The candles ain't gonna last forever."