Cruel laughter. He mocks me. I can no longer summon the courage, nor the strength to hate him as I should. He thinks he has won. He will never win over me. He has sent his worst upon me, but I remain unbroken. I am losing my hold on the slim hope that someone - anyone - will come for me. I do not know how many days it has been. I lost room to count long ago. And yet, I know that it has been long enough to know that no one is coming. No one cares enough to come. I lower my head. My hand throbs. I only want it to end. I wish for freedom, even if it should be through death. And then, as if an answer to my prayers, I hear a familiar voice raised in a familiar song. Strength I did not know I still had overtakes me and I call out to Findekáno. My friend, what did I do to deserve someone who cares as much as you?
'There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill'