"Wait, please, what about our child?! What are you going to-" The door shut with an echoing clang and lock and Fendros cut himself off. Their captor had finished with them, that was the end of it.

Fendros took a moment to try and calm down, but he couldn't really. His arms were hurting, he was tired, he was stressed, and his eyes burned with tears. He looked down, away from the door, then up to Ahnasha's face. "Ahna?" Fendros said quietly. He could tell she was as terrified as he was, but she was the one who had to suffer the physical pain. It caused a crushing guilt to grasp Fendros where he hung. "Ahna, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. This never should have happened." Fendros wished he had the answer. He wished he could undo himself from the shackles and just hold Ahnasha, so they could comfort each other. Even if they could just touch, if he could reach out and take her hand. "Ahnasha, please, say something if you can."