The Mirrorverse

Ellie

The days are long, the nights are longer. I can feel my muscles atrophying beneath my ever paling skin, but can’t be bothered to do anything about it. The skin underneath my shackles has scabbed over again, breaking and scabbing in an endless cycle like day follows night, and equally as futile.

Viskra has to concentrate on what he is making, and I have to trust that he knows what he is doing. I’m not sure how much I care any more.

He no longer tells me everything is going to be okay.