I've got a new prison roommate, I preferred the last one, he used to talk less. But now he's dead so...

-So... How was the other? Did he liked black as everyone here?

-Favourite colour? No idea. But his darkest secrets? Those I knew well...

That might be a lie, but truth isn't important here, just don't get caught lying.

-Have you already discovered mines?

-I don't think you have any as interesting.

I just knew that pause before answering had fucked me, whether he thought I was lying (didn't seem like) or he knew I was weaker than I needed.

-I, in the other hand have learned that John doesn't likes you, what a bad luck...

-How did you -I stopped noticing I was talking twice what I should -? Less than a week and you know everyone around here.

That was it, less than a week is what I had now.