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"Then why make firecrackers to scare thehting the fireworks helps us rehost, firecrackers wouldn’t scarewith them in the first place? You could have been very badly hurt"

"The boys were doing it I’et hurt isn’t brave, love Brave is protecting others from hurt I’m disappointed in you"

THE CELL THEY’VE GOT ME in isn’t that big Only about two meters by three, and y mattress that sed from commandeered military equip it, hard enough to e

I spend a while stretching, testing out my muscles I can’t do unshot wound, but ht think I’ve given up, and that’s fine When they co people will say about Lee Chase after she’s gone is that she just rolled over and died without a fight

The bioluminescence--the wispfire--washes the cave with an eerie, soft light Unsettling, but beautiful too When I tilt reen stars, fillingsince I’ve seen the stars that these seehter, more real But at least I remember stars At least I’ve seen the sky

I jerkto find a weapon Thea military-issue Gleidel, no doubt looted from a fallen soldier; if otten it frootten justice for the murders he’s committed over the years since the last open rebellion But since they haven’t fed me yet, I don’t have so much as a spoon to ith I ease down onto the mattress, too exhausted to think It’s only then that it occurs to s

I letfabric with my body, I rip open the corner of theto work loose is h, the ue to the point where it snaps

I’ers when I hear footsteps I slide onto thethe door I interlaceto see here, assholes

"You’re not going to try and kill rate, are you?" Ro I wonder if it’ll ever not h I have to admit it’s better than isolation

"Can’t ht into rate, and then his face is there His eyes look so familiar--even more so with the bottom half of his face concealed by the steel of the door I’ve seen those eyes somewhere before

"Still alive?"

"For the most part" I lower my arms carefully Hurts too ive away how badly I’ fro to lure me in so you can hit me over the head and steal the keys?"

I wonder if I’ to him as he is to irl walking Abruptly I’m too tired to make another joke "Maybe I don’t want h a prison grate"

The amusement in his eyes dims His humor is just like mine A defense I let mine down, he responds in kind If only I’d learned it sooner, otten more out of him, information I could use in the future back on base

What future?

He continues to hesitate, though I hear hiht you sorate Stay back there, will you?"

Part of me finds it funny that he thinks I’ anywhere"

The lock slams back and the door screeches outward, aardly set on its hinges Ro a bowl in one hand and a lantern in the other

Even knowing his name, I can’t think of hie, too inti to be one of those prisoners who starts thinking of her captors as anything other than eneuy who’s killed me Whether he delivers the final blow or not, he’s the one who dragged me here, made it impossible for there to be any other outcofor him toback here to see h, stooping to set the bon on the floor inside the door My heart sinks a little, ready to watch him retreat now that he’s delivered the soup Instead, to ainst the wall "I suppose I keep co back because you’re my responsibility"