Thomas sighed, sagging down onto the thin mattress. “I thought they would never leave us alone,” he said.
“They’re listening to us now,” Orphan noted.
“I don’t care,” Thomas said. “I’m too tired to care. You may not need to sleep but I do. I had to tell my life story three times. At least this time someone finally took my token from Pienna.”
“I’ll keep an eye on you,” Orphan said. “Sleep. We meet Oalian in the morning.”
“And if we survive it, what then?” Thomas yawned.
Orphan did not answer. He did not know what to say.
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