Orange
"Why orange?" was his first thought as they tossed the scrap of clothing at him.
"Could I have a different color?" he wanted to ask. "This one seems inappropriate."
Instead, he silently watched them shut the door, then wriggled into the rough, scratchy garment.
He smiled.
It was uncomfortable. It was an awful color. But he treasured it.
After all they'd taken in the past hours, they'd finally given him something back. It may have been merely a scrap, but a scrap of dignity was better than none at all.
Shortly thereafter, he received an answer to his initial inquiry.