Lee put his head down against the cool desk and closed his eyes. He shook visibly since he didn't grit his teeth to keep it inside, and growled to himself. He just had to have been so desiring of his parents' approval. He just had to join the military. He just had to be the warden of this underground Hell and the best at gradual torment, as if he weren't even human. He hadn't thought about it until now. He had removed the name and face from the person he watched being interrogated or even inflicted the pain on, an went to a different place in his mind when the man or woman cried out. He didn't associate pain with it. But now he couldn't escape it. He grimaced, pressing his hand against his head when a knock at the door sounded. It took a moment, but Lee stood, going to unlock and open it.

One of his guards stood with his gun at the ready. "You're requested on the east tower, they're short a pair of eyes."

"Again?" Lee sighed, taking the gun, which was a high powered sniper rifle. The guard nodded, looking as if he were a misbehaving child being scolded. "Fine, fine. You keep the others in order, don't touch the prisoners unless they're acting up and keep up tonight's feeding schedule." The guard nodded, stepping back so Lee could leave his office, and he slung the gun over his back, passing the cells and looking in as he did so. They were sleeping, drawing in the dirt, leaning against the wall. He looked in on Dustin but didn't pause to speak to him or even acknowledge him. He couldn't right now.