[There are far worse things one might hope to forget, he muses, than a person coming and going from one’s life. Yet he can’t deny, deep inside, that his sister’s disappearance from Luceti months ago had gutted him, the same raw sobs and wild, desperate cries having clawed their way out his throat at the realization that she was forever lost to him beyond this cage.
He turns a distant look to the screen, irises as pale as the whites of his eyes.]
There is a way. [Thin lips pull into the faintest of smiles.] An escape from this... torment. 'tis merely a matter of how very desperate you are, my dear girl.
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He turns a distant look to the screen, irises as pale as the whites of his eyes.]
There is a way. [Thin lips pull into the faintest of smiles.] An escape from this... torment. 'tis merely a matter of how very desperate you are, my dear girl.