[ Having experienced what it is like to be a rat in a cage, both literally and also figuratively, Will feels fairly confident that he knows a cage when he sees one. Gilded or otherwise.

Turning in a way that places him at Carver's shoulder, rather than putting his back to the man, Will begins to move back down the hallway. He still has a shirt to find. ]

I have not seen anything to suggest we can leave. [ Both a statement and an unspoken question; has Carver encountered anything to suggest any of them can nod politely and then 'nope' out? ]

There is little so dangerous as dangling hope before the hopeless. [ He continues in those soft tones. ] A deft touch can wield hope with greater effectiveness than the promise of brutal punishment. Hope, is powerful crowd control. They wouldn't need anyone restrained.