“The days grow short,” said
The prisoner said nothing. Though his body hung in painful exhaustion, his eyes glared with a seemingly endless source of strength. Encircling those eyes were patches of blood and abrasions. Mindless guards!
“Soon it will be
the… what do you call it?” Riahn continued, undeterred. He watched the man’s eyes follow him realizing that, if they could, they would have jumped from the man’s face and strangled him on their own. As it was, they had to just watch.
“Ah, you see?”