Owen had long since stopped thinking They would intervene if something dangerous was happening. Sure, the amount of money They were spending on this whole 'experiment' was insanity, but They had also proven there were plenty of people out there to use as replacements. Owen felt like they were all disposable... to an extent, anyway.
He felt another surge of anger toward Simms, but he didn't let it show in his expression. Owen hadn't asked Cecilia for the details, because he didn't want her re-living it if she didn't have to. And frankly, a part of him didn't want to know, because it would infuriate him, and there was nothing he could do to work off the anger. Simms was already dead. "There's something to be said about timing," Owen murmured. Then he sighed. "I don't know where to go from here. We tried to do the right thing by keeping him locked up, and I know we've probably got some people in here who think we should have gotten rid of him a long time ago. And this is somehow our punishment for not taking matters into our own hands. I don't know where the line is now."