Dimentarak just stares at the bars, avoiding conversation with the other captives. If they wanted to talk to him, he'd respond, but not before. He had too much on his mind. His teacher, Master Kato, was in danger. He might already be dead.
No, I must hope, Dimentarak thought. There is a chance he's alive. ...there's even a chance he's nearby.
If he is, then I can't stay here. I must find him, so we can escape from the man with the spinning sword.
He looked from one captive to the next. Maybe they could help him, if only to get out of this cage.
"Dimentarak is my name, though most call me 'Dimen' for short."
He couldn't manage even a fake smile. He was always bad at talking to strangers, having grown up in a tiny jungle village where everyone knew everyone and important conversations were done through a mindlink that his people could make, albeit only once a day.
"Are you all prisoners, then?" he said, not really knowing a better way to start a conversation than by asking a redundant question.