Chapter 16

• There is always something about being imprisoned that I had never understood. It was the feeling of despondence on the faces of the prisoners when I went rounds to find out about things. Now, I could understand. It was hectic.
• I hated the feeling that I couldn’t breathe, and I was so hungry, drowsy, weak and confused. Then, there was the aspect of the cold that I couldn’t actually ignore. It was just too much, and I found myself thinking that I could actually die from it.
• I folded my legs across my middle, rocking steadfastly to drive away the cold. I could see the guards standing around like I could actually escape if made to.