Soren scoffed, a jagged, discordant sound that grated against the oppressive silence of the cell.
"An entity?" he repeated, his voice thick with a mocking disbelief that didn't quite reach the cold sharpness of his eyes. he let out a dry, hollow laugh, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"That is absurd, Vetra. Utterly ridiculous. Is this what weeks in the dark do to a mind like yours? You've begun to invent phantoms to explain away your own failures. You're grasping at straws because you cannot accept that a 'Southern girl' and the boy you thought you'd broken simply outplayed you."
He looked at her with a clinical skepticism, searching for the tremors of madness, wanting to believe that the woman who had once been the architect of his every nightmare was finally, mercifully, losing her grip on reality.
