Song listened to: 'Bend till I break' by Maria Mena.
With his young charge thoroughly distracted in the garden playing a game of hide-n-seek with the Baby Power, Nisroc was given permission for this visit, so long as he promised to leave his sword in his room. He was given explicit orders to make sure his visit was weaponless, so much so that he stripped out of his armor, stepping down into the bowels in the prison with nothing echoing around but the thunk of his boots with every step he took.
The guard posted at the cell he stopped at, cell 639, saluted him and stepped aside to allow him a semblance of privacy.
A being sat in the corner of the cell, ankles shackled together, fastened to the wall with a thick chain. They were stripped of their robes, dressed in the gray tunic and trousers that all prisoners wore.
"The Captain of the Powers." The voice was soft, deceivingly gentle, as it was known to torture even those as young as fledglings, "Come to visit me?"
She stepped out into the light of the hall; Naomi looked a bit worse for wear, prison life was doing her no favors, she was pale and had bags under her eyes stained a dark purple. He pulled his hidden package out from the inner side of his belt, and tossed it into the cell, she bent to pick it up, her eyes going wide when it revealed the crown of spikes he had taken from his commander's office.
"I thought you might want a reminder of home, mindbreaker."
Naomi sneered at the nickname, fingers curling around the metal band of the instrument he threw into her, but Nisroc was unphased. He turned a look on the guard, who nodded, and turned to them, his back facing them for a moment. The Power took his opportunity and stepped forward, reaching through the bars of the cell, and grabbed her by the neck. She choked for a breath as she was pulled forward, chains rattling heavily against the stone flooring, "I could rip your throat out and no one would mind, mindbreaker."
"How….is…. that…. worthless…brat?..."
He growled darkly and tightened his grip, no one would hear them, the guard would do nothing to step in, and if asked later he could deny it all with being distracted at the time of the occurrence.
"He is flourishing."
He dragged her closer to the bars and her eyes widened in fear when the guard didn't so much as twitch around.
"He is a wonderful boy. Though I doubt you would know. He makes me damn proud to be his guardian."
The Power stood at least two and a half, maybe three, heads taller than the mindbreaker, and he lifted her off her feet until she could do nothing more but kick for even the slightly purchase under her.
"He has true talent. One of the biggest hearts I've ever seen. Grown beyond his years but still so young."
She scratched weakly at his wrist, but he didn't so much as flinch. He didn't need weapons to be a threat. You didn't become Captain of the Powers by relying on just one thing.
"You should hear him laugh when you give that belly some attention, it lights up the entire room, his smile is contagious."
Naomi struggled weakly for the floor underneath her, but he knew she heard him, she had always been good at multitasking in the most stressful of situations.
"You hurt him so horribly. But he has come back from it stronger than you can even imagine."
Nisroc dropped her in a heap, gasping and coughing for a breath, and he knelt before her on the other side of the bars.
"He has beaten you, mindbreaker, he will learn to forget you, and you, you, will die here surrounded by nothing but darkness and your own broken mind."