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Β βour master will tell us that weβll be FREE one day, thatβs never gonna happen, iβve seen too many friends die thinking theyβd be freed.β he tells her from where he sits in his cell.Β βwe will die, and they will leave our bodies to the crows, iβm not even sure why i keep fightinβ, the idea of dyinβ becomes more and more pleasinβ everyday.β heβs speaking openly, hoping sheβll speak to him.
Β Β Β Β Β She simply sat back and listened, hands crossed and expression unwavering. Freedom...now that was a concept. Freedom was a distant memory to her, surfacing only in flashes, and when sheβd tried to remember just how it was like, it would disappear. It was pointless to hope for that freedom to return. Hope would only lead to disappointment.
Β Β Β Β Β βMaybe death is the freedom our master tells us about,β she finally said. It was meant in jest, but there was a seriousness clinging to it as well. She knew he was right; death was, after all, inevitable. They just so happened to be good at dodging it.








