I hate him.
I really do, I hate him.
How could he? How could he betray me to—to Solovet, of all people!
"She's lying." "Throw her in the dungeon."
Words. Those words keep echoing again and again and again in my mind.
We've been through so much, haven't we?
As he put it, I've "saved his butt" numerous times, haven't I?
And this is how he repays me.
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And yet, I see right through that.
I know he likes… maybe even loves me.
But why?
It's so dark and boring in here.
Honestly, I don't know how people make it through this.
He should know. He's been through it before.
Maybe I'll sleep.
Not that there'll be a change in lighting anyways.
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I wonder what he's doing right now.
Is he fighting? I hope not.
Is he thinking about me?
Has the prophecy been fulfilled yet?
Is the Bane (scum that he is) gone?
Is Gregor…?
No.
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No, he can't be. They would have told me.
Right?
Solovet isn't that cold.
Is she?
No. And yes. But she knows.
She knows.
Doesn't she?
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How long?
How long will I go on like this?
How long can I go on like this?
Not knowing.
Not seeing.
Hearing a little, but not enough.
Let me out.
LET ME OUT!
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At least I'm alive.
And fed. I have food- well, bread- and water.
Be positive, Luxa.
Be patient.
…
Patience was never my talent.
…
When I get out of here, there will be a very, very big feast.