[David watches calmly, perhaps even admiringly. He knows that anger. He lives with it every day. For Erik to feel it, in his mind, proves only that he's sane - sane, and a kindred spirit.]

It's the same way with me. I can only hold a morph for maybe ten minutes now. And my warden's locked me down from morphing into people. [There's a sarcastic little twist to his words at the words 'my warden' - Tim's the best of a bad lot, but he still thinks he can lord it over him, just like the rest of them.]