[center][hr][hr][h2][color=0076a3]Hiroyuki Duma[/color][/h2][hr][@BlueSky44][hr][/center]Hiroyuki often wondered if he would ever go back to the Northern Water Tribe - back to the loving embrace of his wife and the cheerful smiles of his daughter. Of course, he had been planning escape routes just in case he would get the chance to do so, but it never came. Days had turned into months - a painful reminder that it was not easy to escape the Fire Nation. He was steadfast in the belief that he would be able to escape. Eventually, he would get out of this prison and continue his fight against these cruel men and women. But of course, to topple down a kingdom, you have to cut off the head and make sure none grow back. 

The morning had come far too quickly but Hiroyuki was up even before the sun rose - as per the usual. He sat on top of his cot and simply meditated. Things went by far more easier whenever he felt calmer than usual. Hiroyuki had rarely meditated before, but when he came to prison, it became an everyday thing. He gradually felt like it helped him. Thinking with a clear head is better than seeing everything in red. Hiroyuki was nothing if not patient and he was biding his time. He already had a plan before but he and a few other war criminals were transferred to Tiánmì de Mèng. It was unfortunate but he knew that his time will come. With so many possible futures, surely one of them would lead to most of them being able to escape the damned prison.

[color=0076a3]"Do you feel that?"[/color] The deep rumble of his voice was befitting of someone of his appearance. However, it was definitely calming with no hint of aggression. His eyes opened and travelled to look at the young thief. [color=0076a3]"It feels like we may be rewarded with rain."[/color] A tight smile appeared on his face as if to ease the younger girl. He placed his hands flat on his knees as he took a last deep breath - relishing in the calmness - but he knew that he they would be released to the courtyard soon. Time was up. The waterbender stood up slowly and then stretched before looking at the prison bars - as if looking at them would melt them away and they would be able to go.

Hiroyuki spoke no more words after that, content with looking out at the object that separated them from the small taste of freedom they were allowed. His thoughts, however, went to the young girl with him. Something as petty as thievery and yet here she was, housed with a prisoner of war. Amusing. She was quite silent though and didn't prefer talking, which was perfectly fine with him. He did often wonder what the girl did to deserve this kind of harsh treatment. She was a thief, yes, but the sentence seemed quite harsh for someone as young as her. Nevertheless, Hiroyuki silently swore to keep her away from trouble ever since they became cellmates. He'd at least like to see her survive and get out of the prison and live her life to the fullest.