[ Camille smiles, friendly, but something thin and dangerous behind his eyes. His voice lilts, almost playful. ] I would not give them the satisfaction.

[ He thought before that perhaps their 'admirer' (for Camille thinks there is only one, if the God-machine might be thought of as a singularity) did not care, and that was perhaps the worst of it. One might lash out at captors who care in some way, but what use was there, railing against an unseeing, uncaring god?

The 'party' of a few weeks ago, however, was curious enough that he is no longer sure their captor(s) is entirely unaware of their presence. So for now, he will take what small pleasure he can in the idea that he will not become familiar with this place any more than it takes to be knowledgeable, to be forearmed. ]

And what about you, Midnight? What is next most important after food and shelter?