Kindness? Idealism? What?
This ought to be fun.


Your Turn It's your turn. You watch as he walks down the row of cells, a soft sigh at all of the empty onesglass and steel mixed with antiseptic white, with no life inside to animate this barren bunker. You look down as he finally comes to the first occupied cell. Yours.Your Turn by ~Khyansaria
You thought you had burned away all traces of your fear long ago, but your stomach rises and begins to practice knotwork as he stops in front of your glass-fronted room.
He studies you and you study him right back. He is older than you remember, older and wearier than the day he put you in this room. His hair has all faded to gray, messy as it never had been before. It makes a