"Strength is not an art of body but a puppet of the mind.
You may be dead, but indestructible from the inside."
- Suzangill
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Seven days later
Logan's POV
I walk down the stairs of the dungeons. The guards bow as I enter.
Standing outside 'the Rebel's ' cell, I nod at the guard. Motioning him to open the door.
He was leaning against a wall, his eyes indifferently blink open to look at the visitor.
Noticing its me, he sighs to close his eyes again.
Not bothering with my presence.
Sighing, I fold my arms and lean against the wall before him.
Staring at him.
Dried blood coated his old wounds, his clothes were sticking onto his skin and fresh wounds from today torture session, oozed with blood.
He didn't look bothered, thoug
