"There's a way of going along and not going along at the same time," he says softly, trying not to look circumspect while looking around. "Use your position. Help others. If you can. But them throwing you in their weird jail they talked about, it's not going to help anyone."

And he hates the idea of someone ending up jailed because they don't go along with this place.

He pauses, thinking about it. Something about it he feels he should know but he can't place it. "Nope, sorry. Got to be better than this place. Even if boring."

That question though makes him frown, head canting slightly as he thinks about it. "Honestly, no. I just remember being on patrol. It was night, and I was about two clicks out. I was just about to circle around when I found myself here."