Solos had finished his sparring match for the day, and decided to go back to his cell and rest. As he walked by, some of the other Level 6ers looked at him.
"So the prodigal prince returns to the land of the commoners." Ghast said, the mask whirling about.
"Please. If I'm a prince, then you all are at least nobles." Solos retorted back.
"I do like the sound of that." Dimentio said, chuckling to himself. "Servant! Bring me the key to this cell, so I may be free!"
The jest got some laughs out of the inmates of Level 6 Quadrant C. They didn't get much humor at their level, but out of them all Dimentio was the most liked. Mainly because he made everyone laugh. Solos was chuckling when the guard brought him to his cell and locked the door.
"I think I'd like to stay in my cell tonight." Solos told the guard. "Peace and quiet, compared to out in the crazy courtyard. I'll be keeping to myself for the night."
"Uh... sure." the guard replied, locking up his cell.
"So why exactly do you want to stay here?" the smog-like beast jailed across from Solos, Mist, asked. "It's the only time we ever get out of our cells, not counting the few times we're let out to eat and your sparring sessions."
"I already said why, Mist. Peace and quiet."
"Suit yourself." Mephiles responded.