“Diago.” She’s shaking her head. “Diago, don’t do this. I can help you. You need me.” “I don’t, Relucia,” I say softly. “Thanks to what you’ve done out there, I really don’t.” “Let me free.” She begins to thrash. Her chains scream at the darkness. “LET ME FREE, DIAGO! YOU ROTTING COWARD! YOU—” I kick the winch. The chain unspools. Her screams cease.
MAN.......
