So, that was it? He wasn't going to be punished, but he could experience everything else? That seemed odd to him still because behaviour modification was always presented to him as a new sort of training, a discipline for rebelling in a mission, though he never actually disobeyed a direct order. He bridled sometimes, but never did more than throw his head around to test the restraints so to be speak.

"When will they train me? When will I be able to stretch my muscles properly? I won't be much use if I continue to lose muscle mass," he said simply and logically. He did move around and practice what he could in his cell, but it wasn't the same. It didn't require anything particularly difficult from him, though he did it as much as he could anyway. "Do they not modify your behaviour with pain?"

He looked at her, turning away from the window after his declaration, though he wasn't about to take it back. "Their mission, their responsibility. It's just a good thing you heal fast," he said and fingered at her healing flank.