Amphitrite tilted her head forward, her eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady. She wasn't sleeping; how could she sleep? Even if it would be easier to escape the pain, that and her own fear made it nearly impossible. She had tried so hard to get by like Cinnabar had said... she had cooperated. She had told them everything she knew, even if it wasn't much at all.

She still thought of escape, of what could have been if she had just stayed Natalie instead of picking a fight needlessly. Fear of death was a constant cold knot in the pit of her stomach; it was almost as heavy as the fear of being forgotten here by the others if help came. It was a nagging doubt in the back of her head that grew louder the more time passed. They did have their own problems, their own suffering as Cinnabar herself had said. She meant nothing to any of them.

The thought of corruption still scared her the most... but she hoped, pleaded that if anything, she was too weak for them to target. Let them think she was too pitiful for them. Death would be better than that. - and that was saying a lot.

Guine
I like this song so it's a title! biggrin