Barney heard the dinner bell ring, and closed his book. He walked inside and got in line. After he got his food, he went to a table in a corner and sat, far away from everyone else. He preferred to be alone when he ate, or when he did anything at all. People really only liked him because he helped them when they were hurt or sick. He didn't have any real friends, except for Sylas. And the guard that stood outside his cell that he talked to occasionally. He sighed, and opened his book again. He continued reading as he ate, ironically about the human digestive system.