Elijah had gotten him handcuffed to a chair as he prepared paperwork.  He'd hoped Zechariah could come to bear witness to his own attack, but perhaps he'd have to talk to him later and see if he could get him to sign a few things. He was a lawyer, he'd understand how this worked.

He looked at the man before him, he never looked so old before. He sighed heavily and looked back at his paperwork. "You knew this would happen eventually. I never wanted it to, I tried so hard to keep you out of this place, but you had to keep doing things. You could have been put here plenty of times before." Especially what he did to Noah and Simon, but he didn't say that out loud.