“No,” the voice replied, “we were going to kill ourselves.”
Venla stopped what she was doing, and looked at the huddled group of figures across the room. “Why would you want to do that? Where there is life, there is hope.”
“Not for us. We are damned forever.” The speaker stood and approached her. There was something so distinctly familiar about him that it maddened Zya that she could not see the answer that stood before her. He had a shock of white hair, and had not shaved in a month. The most noticeable thing about him though was the haunted look in his eyes, as if the man had tasted such utter despair that he lacked the words to utter a description and left his eyes to speak aloud for him. Instantly Zya knew that there was something very wrong with him.
“What happened to you?” Venla m
