Frederic sat at his usual spot beneath one of the tall trees, a soft sigh leaving him. Before their previous trial, there had been at least some activity with an occasional stranger passing by... no, not stranger, an unwilling prisoner that was brought to this place. There had been less sightings of the others since they had condemned an innocent to their death, and the young composer could only imagine the guilt eating away at everyone who couldn't stop a killer. "If this 'game' lasts too much longer... will there be no one left to escape and return home? I may not have a home or someone waiting for me, but there are plenty here who have friends... family. There's nothing more I would do than to give them the strength to continue, to have their chance of reclaiming that freedom they once had. However, for those who have lost too much already... would they even want to be saved? Would they accept that offer of freedom if it meant having to move on from their loved ones passed?" He doubt anyone would have heard him speaking aloud to himself, but there wasn't much he could do. He wished that he could compose his music, to at least give a tribute to the ones that have lost someone or their own lives, so that they may find a form of peace. The silence and lack of smiles reminded him of an old memory... a place where there was always snow yet no one to cherish and appreciate such a lonely landscape.
