Aaron glared at his knees. His fists were balled. All he wanted to do was fly out of control over the injustice that had made a slave of his friend.
"And you're okay with this?" He whispered, his voice shaking. "You're okay with just sitting back and taking needless punishment!?"
Aaron stood up and stood there, shaking. His eyes - usually slitted - had shrunk further. How eyes were welling up from rage. Aaron stood there for a long while, projecting an air of wrath.
Calmly, he spoke.
"The second you're discharged from here you find me, you understand? Then go grab your things and take them to maple street, the apartment block by the bakery. You take them to room number thirty - and you stay with me, do you understand!?"
Aaron stated at his limp and piteous friend with fire in his eyes.
"I'm going now. To live up to the demon in my name..."
...
That evening, Devine the lion was found in the park wearing a towel, chained to a tree, with both his legs broken.