She sat Indian style feeling mostly undignified, hunched over to try to lessen the ache in abdomen, but it wasn't helping. She was certain she looked pathetic, but it couldn't be helped. She was given her meager rations for the day, water poured on her head, she shivered wet and miserable. She knew if she powered down she could have dry clothes, but would be have the strenght to call her uniform back to her. Power down and it didn't matter if she made it out or not. They would know exactly who she was every second of every moment of every day. She didn't want to know what that might mean for her.

She had a lot of time to think, back to when she was first coming into all this, back more than a year ago. What had she learned in that time? Not much, fear kept her from digging as deeply as she would. Fear and dead ends. So many dead ends and so little information to be had. This endless torture was for nothing, most of them likely knew nothing. She knew she didn't. She was certain she even knew more about the negaverse than her own side.

Guine