A sickly green hue emits from him. He’s grown used to it, the radiation that he produces. He had grown used to it in Belle Reave, but now that he was here - in this castle and alone like he is now.

It’s a strange sense of freedom, despite not actually having it. He could get up, pace around the room without being yelled at to sleep. He could sit in his private bathroom for hours; or stand on the balcony and watch the night sky. Perhaps he could leave, go out and see the city and be back before anyone realizes he’s gone. It’s a pipe dream, he knows. Freedom will never be in his cards again. Unless.

He stumbles out of bed, throwing on his hoodie over his skeletal body and stepping down the hallway. It’s dark, quiet, he feels almost ashamed for what he’s attempting to do. Almost. He needs that phone, needs to stop the electric shock and then - maybe - he can be free.

He’s focused on his task when he passes your room, the door slightly ajar. He tilts his head to the side; curiosity overwhelming him. What’s a few more moments when Flag is no doubt asleep? He pushes open the door slightly.

“You awake?”