I wouldn't, either. [He hates admitting that. It makes for one less viable option. Arthur shrugs.] What's the harm? In telling the other wardens. They don't have to know what happens to you; just to your world.

[He takes another drink of water, then lowers the now-empty bottle.]

Did it bother you? That the people you worked with, the Feds or whatever, found out about what you'd been through?