"Could be," Oliver agreed quietly, and he sure as hell didn't want to. Once you started thinking that way, you couldn't really go back, and there was nothing good that would come out of it. His jaw ticked as he considered the rest, hating the idea that Edwin felt he was somehow worth less than anyone, even if it was just the monsters who'd put them there. "I don't know if that's it. We've had people come and go here that had numbers, or didn't have numbers, and it hasn't mattered either way so far. Not that I've seen. They had to know what Simms was likely to do here. Seems more likely They thought he was expendable. Maybe that was the whole point of him bein' here in the first place, crazy as it sounds. Put a dangerous lunatic in here with us, see how long it takes for us kill him."
Except you didn't kill him. Tobias did, he reminded himself.
"Just another fuckin' test," he breathed, closing his eyes, his hand moving from Edwin to feel the edge of the tub, as if making sure it was there. That they were safely enclosed. "And we failed. This stupid fuckin' council failed. All the votin', all the decidin', all the arguin', and we haven't done a single real thing to protect anyone here. Goddamn security theater, nothin' else. We knew we had a loose cannon, we knew he was dangerous, and we knew They weren't gonna keep him in that damn cell. They tested us twice, let us know it could happen, and we did shit. Just put him right back in again, like he'd stay there."