The slowly rusting iron gave only slightly within the holes it was pinned within at the shaking, making more racket than anything of progress worthy merit. They seemed unbreakable, at least in this moment and this place due to the drab, dreary nature that the prions's collection all found themselves in. For de Bray in particular, the sentiment of hopelessness perhaps clung to him more now as his attempt failed miserably; if he wished to even dream of escape from this, not just his collective sum of worries, he would need strength beyond strength to do so. Strength he, as a mere man, did not have. By no fault of his own in any sense, de Bray was trapped and as trapped as it came, only having the immediate company of Beaumont.

Once the noise of rattling the wrought iron bars settled, the prison was back to its uncomfortable silence. The occasional voice that spoke out and back seemed interrupted by the effort but not truly swamped. After all, who would not test the bonds and bounds of their prison? It was only fitting that another of them did in desperation. They were trapped and cornered with little option but to await their fate or try something else, de Bray being no different.

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