



Incandescent
He didn't know how long he looked back. Maybe out of daze, but it was only very slowly that she understood why they looked so familiar. There were new shackles over her bloodied wrists and Shizuo leaned her head back against the cold wall behind her, testing it. He waited for long minutes, a last, brittle thread of hope amidst the shock, pain, and cold he felt rippling through his tired, exhausted, broken body from the inside out. He hoped that blinking everything would dissolve into a bad dream. — What are you doing here? – He questioned calmly as long minutes had passed and the eye fluttering had calmed down in the comfort of the lack of light. At the end of the corridor was a yellow lamp that lit just enough to cast shadows in front of each cell. He was in another corridor, in another cell and not alone anymore.
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