2.Lingering
The moon had barely risen when he came to me, his face dim in the crepuscular light. I expected rage, torture, sadism, and laughter. What I saw in those luminescent eyes was curiosity.
"You were his friend?"
I nodded.
"To trust in others is weakness."
"Not weakness. Strength." I tried to stand, the chains heavy on my ankles. "He is still my friend. Even now."
"He is weak."
Resting my weight against the wall, I carefully considered my words.
"He could never be weak. It's not in his nature."
The snake with Jack's face smiled my friend's smile and nodded. "So he says."