Echo.

Why didn't he kill me?

I asked myself and the darkness that has now become my company day and night. Ever since I returned to the cell, I have been more brooding than before. I talked less, only listened to what the other cellmates talk about. Stories from their childhood and their experiences, most of them happy ones. I knew they were doing this to cheer themselves and momentarily forget what terrible situation they were in but it was torture for me. The more I listened to these stories, the more I realized how much Ceaser took from my people. My self-blame became even more, it was like a...