Edward found a short amount of solace in the nights.
It was at midnight, from twelve o' clock to one o' clock that they didn't mercilessly beat him.
Edward took that time to think about his friends and his brother.
He would think, think, think. Nonstop, as if they were going to slip out of his grasp like leaves in the wind.
He would wonder if they were safe. Okay. Alive.
Unlike him.
He had to stay strong. For them.
For the first time since he had been tortured, he looked at the torturer with fierce and undying eyes.
The smirk on the torturer's face faltered slightly.