“Aram was alive. Alive. For four years, he’d been kept alive and in agony. Everything they’d told him, everything Markus thought he knew, it was all just lies to keep him in line, to keep Aram suffering… He’d spent the last four years doing everything these bastards had told him, grieving for a friend he should have been saving. He’d let Aram suffer down there for four years. Four. Years. He stayed there, shaking, until the sun set behind the trees and the cool silence of twilight fell around him. Then he stood and stumbled back toward the dormitory, his mind too strangled for thought.”