In the blink of an eye, it was all over in an instant. The sight of his former ghoul raveling away with a final silent scream of agonizing defeat was enough to bring Ith Lazarus partially back to his senses. The feeling of otherworldly dread was gone, and now the doctor had a void to fill. Without the lingering terror of Bridgewater to distract them, the whole group would most likely begin to notice Ith's nosferatu smell of bad-medicine.
Lazarus disregarded Staley's question at first, looking to Harold with a look that, despite the mask, would send shivers up his spine. "You are to take the prisoners to their cells." He gives the prisoners a glance. "As promised, your paperwork will be 'reevaluated' and submitted sometime in the near future."
And now for Heathcliff Staley...
Lazarus stood to his full height, and looked to Heathcliff. His wrinkled lab coat was at a greater state of disarray now, but he didn't seem to notice. "Robert Bridgewater was a product of failure from the moment I placed him into my servitude until our words banished him." The Warden looked to Melody, then back to Mr. Staley. "If she would like to come to my home after she departs -- she will meet the same fate as Robert." He does not sound too thrilled about Heathcliff's questioning of his 'treatment' methods.