[Judas's breath caught in his throat and he began to shake the bars with his hands, a vain attempt to free himself.]

No, they wouldn't. The Admiral would re-assign me. I'll be out of here. By Wednesday. I'll have a new warden on Wednesday.

[But despite all his threatening to Sexby in the past six months, he never wanted a new warden. The older man knew just how to push him in the right way and seemed to genuinely care for the Apostle but Judas knew there was a rift between them since his transformation.]