Well, I am alive, I think. Unless I am still dead. I suppose it figures that the first time I emerge at a normal hour for a meal, I am thrown into dining with my former warden. This place seems practically made of inconvenience and absurdity. From the stories I have heard thus far, I should not be surprised to find myself awakening one morning
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Tell me, is there some way to die here and return to my own life... my own death?
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Not at all. It's pretty watertight. It's possibly the most effective thing about this prison. Sorry.
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Do you mean to say I could kill myself a thousand times over and wake up each time in this wretched place?
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[A very long pause...]
I know you're not inclined to listen to me, and I have no... authority over you... but I am worried. I know last evening wasn't comfortable for either of us, but... just don't. Rail if you like. Scream at the Admiral, too. I might even join you for that exercise, but hold your actions. Just abide. It gets better.
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This caring that you do out of self-righteous pity does not become you, Armand.
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In your time here, have you not met individuals that you are fond of?
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But my warden and his wife have worked far too hard for me to give up.
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