For a long time, Theo just sits in his room, completely still.
His eyes don't blink. His hands don't twitch. He stares into space like someone lost inside a void, there, yet far away, detached from the world around him.
He refuses, with a kind of stubborn, painful silence, to let his mind analyze the weight of everything that has happened today.
But then, without any real awareness of when or how, he's on his feet. The stillness breaks. He rises like his body is reacting before his mind can catch up, like something inside him has taken over.
He doesn't know where he wants to go, not at first. His steps are aimless. Heavy. Unthinking. But less than three minutes later, he finds himself standing right in front of the guards at the pack prison.
"Open up," he says. His voice is low, so low it barely leaves his throat, but it's deep, strained, rough in a way that makes every word cut through the air.
