Chapter 79: Prison Blues
“So what are you in for?” Void asked, leaning up against the wall and staring at the prisoner in the cell across from him. The emaciated prisoner had disheveled brown hair and a wild look in his blue eyes. He was relatively tall, maybe a hair over six foot, with the frame of a man who’d eaten well in his youth, only for his luck to turn sour.
A bit like the two of us. Only two of our group left. Just me and Arms.
That was a good thing, because after this debacle was over, they’d either be dead or their no-longer-functional team would be broken up and the two of them would most likely receive a promotion and a new command, where they would never have to see each other again, which worked fine for both of them.
That was about the best Void could hope for under the circumstances.
The emaciated fellow in the opposite cell grunted and turned away, continuing to draw his mad scratches across the wall.
Thankfully his neighbor had managed to pry a loose peg out of the bedframe and used it to scratch a detailed spiral on the wall. Thankful because if the madman had been forced to get any more creative with his art supplies, it would’ve been shit on the wall rather than scratches.
“Depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Whether or not I’m imagining you.” the man said, going back to the outside of the spiral and adding a landscape on the outside, stick trees and animals and figures that fell deeper and deeper into the spiral, forming a loop that was so tight that the details compressed into nothing as they approached the center.