“Have you ever wondered how I survived two months in a cage with no food or water?” he asked. “Why I didn’t go into organ failure? Why I had no sores, despite sitting in my own filth?” “Hugh fed you,” I guessed. Christopher nodded. “At night. He talked to me.” I threw my hands up. “He shouldn’t have kept you in the cage in the first place.” “He kept me alive.” Barabas sighed. Christopher’s expression sharpened, growing somehow more fragile. “The two of you only remember the man in the cage. Before that I was the Legatus of the Golden Legion. I murdered my way to the top. I committed
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