rebellion

Einar couldn’t sit up anymore. Even if he wasn’t bound to the floor, he could not move his body anymore. The automatons had run their course, and Einar could only feel vague whispers of pain when they tried to get information out of him. He didn’t know how long he had been bound to this floor, and the only thing that kept him sane was imagining the darkness surrounding him, trying to protect him. He didn’t know why he still held the information he had away. He could stop the pain if he just told them, but his mind wouldn’t let him.