Do you have an inkling of what it's like, to be trapped in a cage next to someone who I wanted to free, never being given much to eat, sometimes even drugged? Heck, some nights, they never even bothered untying my hands, so I had to do it myself.'
The isolation, the pain, the agony of not knowing when of if I'll ever be rescued.
Do you want to know what it's like, Mr. Getz? For 3 months.
'No. No, I do not.' Nate said, after Hetty finished talking. 'I'm very sorry that all happened to you.'
'Thank you. That's part of why I try to keep everyone as safe from the darkness as I can. Because I've seen and been through things that I don't want anyone to ever endure.' Hetty replied.
'Very noble. Though, in the future, maybe consider telling us if you're heading overseas so that way, if things go awry, it won't take so long to find you?'
Hetty looked uncomfortable when he asked that.
'I, can't really promise that, in the event of classified work.'
'Oh. Well, that's understandable as well.'
'Can I go now? I have things to get to.' Hetty asked.
'Sure. Go ahead.'. Then she left.
'Oh Hetty, why do you always have to be so complicated?' Nate wondered out of concern.