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"Here is my offer, dog," I taunt. "Confess your crimes. Tell your jarls whom you serve, tell your 'daughter' there, and I'll let you leave with your heart.''
I summon my helmet up and bring my two blades together.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
''Confess,'' I call.

In the cold prison of our minds, we are alone with our self-hatred, our doubts, and guilt. No one more than Sevro. A friend may reach out through the bars and hold our hand, but they cannot open the door for us. Only the prisoner has the key. All I can do is remind him we're waiting for him when he gets out.