"From worse to best, from best to average, from average to worse... Or perhaps from best to worse, from worse to average, from average to best? Unless it's random, or not random at all but a more personal pattern?" Quiet musings drifted through the room, seemingly with little sense in them. They weren't meant for anyone, really. It was merely a string of thoughts spoken out loud, not a question that expected an answer. If anything it could be compared to humming (which Moses found himself doing after his words had dried up) - meaningless sounds that one would make to fill up their own silence. Studying the sleeping face of his cell mate had gotten boring and now slender fingers were picking at the pizza box that had been nailed to the wall for mysterious reasons.
