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He stopped his activities when a knock brought his attention back to her cell. She was standing there, lucid as he'd ever seen her and looking right at him. A question in her eyes, and on her lips.

“What are we gonna do when it gives?” Excellent question, he thought. Making eye contact with her, leveling the same intense gaze on her eyes as he had used to study this place for years, now studying her, weighing her.

She ran a hand through her hair as he studied her, her lip quivering, finger tapping the glass, and he knew, knew that he could never leave anyone behind if he got free. It just wasn't in him to abandon these other people to their fate. They were all family now, bonded by agony, and shared suffering. That at least he was sure of. So he answered her question truthfully, voice a raspy whisper, barely carrying to her cell. Whisp of smoke escaping his lips as he talked.

“They want to treat us like animals,” He paused, grinning savagely, confidently, eyes shining with the absolute faith that they would all someday be free, even if he had to tear this place down, stone by stone. “then we'll show them what happens when a whipped dog slips it's chain.” He never once broke eye contact, wanting to see her reaction to his words.