She was stuck, trapped within these walls. No windows. No way out. And she could hardly get down air. Just like when Mother Cordelia would withhold air. There was no one to hear her cries. Theon had left. Axel had left. Luka had left. Alone. Completely alone. This was why hope was pointless. This was why she didn’t bother caring about anything. This was why she wished for death.
