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A warm welcome surely was something different. The moment Ex-Primus Waterly had announced her willingly stepping back from the position of Primus, she was given to the now all to famous Lotus Regulars, which had transported her and several survivors to Dieron. While "the others" received medical treatment she was transported further and finally locked in a windowless cell, heavily guarded and only feed enough so she wouldn't die. How many days went by, she coudln't tell... only one thing was sure: She would not see the tea-fields of her family again. No light, no communication, total silence began to nag on her and it was only broken for the short moments when a guard brought her something to eat. Mostly it was something soup like which can be eaten without any cutlery, just two bowls... something to drink and some more watery nothing that would at least ensure she stays alive. She wore no clothes, the cell wasn't exactly warm and the toilet was a squat one. Everything was out of plastic, so any attempts of murdering herself with the interior would fail, not that she wasn't monitored 24/7 via video.
The days and nights felt endless, she began to loost track of time... and herself. Screaming out: "Kill me already." Because this surely would be a release from this eternal hell. Yet, nothing happend.
Waterly had panicked as gas was streaming into her prison, after the failed attempt to hold her breath long enough, she began to feel numb and awakened... well all feeling of time was already gone, not knowing how long she had slept. Exprimus Waterly foudn herself in a new room. This time all walls but one were massiv and she had found herself dressed ins something that resembled DC-prison clothing. "At least something" she thought. Then she felt as being watched, percepting the shadow of someone on the other side of the glas wall of the room. "Who is there?"
Then a light turned on, it was a central spot above the person standing there. "Is that important Waterly?" She locked away in pain, for far to long she had been in the shades. The figure before her wore long greenish-black robes and a mask of mirrored black glas, hiding its face. The voice was that of an old man, an old weak man to be precise. He was standing there, resting his right arm on a walking staff, after her eyes could a bit more accumulate to the light, she saw that it was the hand of an elder, wrinkles and thick veines, spots of age, and a very thing figure ... he looked as standing there was indeed a pain for him.
"What do you want from me? Why haven't I be killed? Who do you think you are?"
" Mymy, your fire hasn't gone. I hope you enjoy my presents, your new housing and the cloths... But apparently I will ask the questions here and maybe, when I am satisfied, I will answer one from you..."
" You really think I will tell you anything? Not even under tort...."
" Why would I do that? I am not the person that has imprisoned you,... and the question that i have is simple... Why?"
" Why what? " she wasn't sure she got the old geezer.
" Why did you choose this path? Once you were a brave student, even to a degree that your education was sponsored by the order of five pillars and the ISF. You were a promising candidate..."
" You do know a awful lot, do I know you?"
" Oh yes, you do... " did she hear a snickering? Was this man laughing at her.
" My pardon... I didn't want to upset you. I was merely laughing at the situation, not about you..."
" Well, if I get out of..."
" If you get out of here... who shall come for you?"
" Being Primus over the years... you get to know people..."
" The same people that give you away this willingly? That cut you from their flesh like a parasite? I doubt that... you were sold out. "
"..."
" But the true strategy lies deeper, you were not only sold out, you were used by them, instrumentalized..."
" Cut your poor attempts to convert me... this is futile."
" Converting you? I doubt that... but it wonders me.... how someone who had left the Combine because of the killing of a fellow student, a good friend, could turn into a person ordering the death of billions..."
" WHAT... HOW DO YOU KNOW..."
Midsentence he turned away, slowly walking away.
" COME BACK HERE... I AM TALK..."
"Mymy, such temper, think about my words Waterly, answer my question the next time we meet. Maybe this will safe your life after all. "
With this, she was left in darkness once more, apparently one must admit, she had inhaled every bit of light she could get. After such long time in darkness...
"Who was he? Why did he know so much about here? Was he connected to the O5P or the ISF? Why did he know about... him?" The questions carved on her brain and with nothing else to do, it was quite hard to think about something else... this cicle of sleep, took long to come.