Sapiunt

"Well, we can't stay in here forever," he says, gesturing to the large, locked door that keeps us in our prison. I stare up at him through my lashes, sighing. He's right. We'll only die and rot away if we remain in this cell.

"I know, I know," I say, looking away from him. "But how are we supposed to get out?"
A smirk forms on Blaenn's face, one I've seen too many times to doubt it's meaning. I fall back onto the chair, groaning and waiting for him to say something that seems to have become his catch phrase.

"I have a plan."

"Of course you do."

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|Chapter lyrics - We Are Young by Fun.|