I... I don't really know, Comrade. It's never been my decision, but I think you are.

[He thinks for a moment, then reaches for the old police radio at his belt. He clicks it on, but no sound comes from it. It's dead. Lifeless. No longer connected to Barron.

Prefect feels a sudden, enormous tightness in his chest. Even knowing this was coming, on some level, it's still there.]

I think-- I think that was it, Barron. I'm not your warden any more, at least.