Knowing more of the attitudes of those that dwell here, for some reason made me feel even more cautious than before. Although Ravakil was the only one that heard me speak, or at least the only one that showed. It makes me wonder though if any of the others that are hidden heard me. Hopefully not, or at least didn't care to listen as Ravakil described. It worried me though the possibility that out of all that ignored me, there might be one; and one is enough to have interest to show itself. Unlike Ravakil, whom I know somewhat his intentions; if any other were to come, why they did is what I fear. What they would look like, what they would do…

    Thinking more on this, I couldn't help but to let my mind drift. It continued to do so as I thought about how I might escape, but each thought only led to more depression.

    "Don't be sad Prey" Ravakil says to me. "Sorrow no matter how deep will not help you here. I would try to use that pain and strengthen yourself against what may come."

    "What may come? What do you mean may come?" I ask.

    "Don't think too much about it Prey…" he responds.

    I couldn't tell if he was being kind by telling me to not to worry or was actually helping me, or he was at the same time trying to torture me in his own way. Even with thinking such thoughts, I couldn't help but to be curious about his mask. I ask him more about it. He gently touches it.

"The mask hides my face, and my face hides this mask. Both show what is, but not what it once was. Made from the past, forged by shadow. Given purpose, a purpose as I have told you, so by Light you see what I can be. This face, this mask I wear is what I choose to make of it." he says as those last words drift into a tone of almost guilt.