Did you ever think I was?
Did you ever think I was?“But what are you? Besides something called a Preas Prohm, I mean.”
areSilence.
Syrina got the impression it still didn’t know much more than she did.
She sat there for a while, avoiding what she knew she would need to do, but the only other option was to keep sitting where she was until she died.
She started groping around in the blackness. Her hand fell on something soft and cold and sticky and fuzzy. A rat. She was fully prepared to find a corpse down there with her. It was the sort of thing the Syndicate liked to throw at people they weren’t happy with, but maybe there was a shortage of disposable bodies this week. Syrina didn’t have any problems with being locked up with dead people over dead rats, except that people took up a lo
