He goes still for a moment, staring at Suzaku intently, gears clearly though slowly turning in his head. The man does have a point. It's not like any of them can run away, or get out of this place. While it is possible that a displeased crowd would take more effort to control, they would all break sooner or later, right? And constantly maintaining an illusion of some sort had to be work, too.

His knuckles are still turning white from gripping that broom handle, but his eyes finally dart downwards, the more natural state for him. He must be calming down somewhat.

"It could be part of the torture," he insists half-heartedly. "Make us all think it's not that bad, and then reveal it."