Alone with his thoughts, he tried to immerse himself in his own mind, but his mind began turning against him, tearing itself apart.
"Whose fault is this? Why am I here? Why is this happening to me?"
"All I have to do is tell them what I know, and I can go home with my family."
"Shut up, you coward! Have you forgotten everything the squad leader did for us?"
"Did for us? What did he do? His job. That's what he did. And where did that get me? Nowhere."
"Who was it that saved us? It was his son. Damon. He saved us."
"He didn't save us. He was only giving us those potions and money because we told him the truth. And this... this is the reward?"
"No... no, I'll never talk. I'll never talk."
Just as Linga muttered those words to himself, the soft sound of footsteps echoed through the darkness.
Someone approached.
It was Terra.
She looked radiant and beautiful, almost like a goddess.
She raised her hand and blocked the drops of water from reaching his forehead.
