The teen had been surprsingly calm his on his whole stay at the prison, not resisting even once after they had dragged him outside the council.
He hoped Al was alright, though the poor guy would probably be worried to deaht by now. And he was hurt byt that dman Rolf. Jim would gladly give him one last pounding before he met his fate.
He glanced down at the floor, his eyes stopping at a small pool of dried up blood. It was so much prettier when it was red. Red...
He leaned forward slightly, until he had his forhead against his knees.
I'm sorry Ariel... everyone... But this is for the best.
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