No sparring then, at least not for now. That's fine. He sits on one of the benches Abel had been using for his sports massages, picking up a towel. "Does being an inmate mean that the Admiral has ruled you have no moral compass to speak of, or are judged incapable of being able to make rational decisions?"

Angeal doesn't sound like he has an opinion one way or another, it might just be a question. Finding a baseline.