Simon was awake two hours ago, he didn't sleep well. He saw few of his former marks in his nightmare last night, and he knew that scarring from his previous occupation was like cancer. It could be treated sure, though he would never fully heal from that. When the bell rings he sits up and remains still for the time being. He didn't eat often but when he did it was usually a lot...as much as they would let him have anyway. He looks up at the ceiling and sighs "I miss the color red..."