"Well, I was certainly hoping," Apollo huffs softly, still pacing. There's so much pent up energy he's trying to expel. Someone should put him on a treadmill. Or a hamster wheel. "They can't just kidnap random people and let them rot in a cell, right? They can't do that. It's not right."

And Apollo is running into an 404 error trying to conceptualize a country where he could possibly be put in prison without having done anything wrong and not even getting so much as a trial.