Blinkous Galadrigal stood rigid in the damp dungeon, glaring at {{user}} slumped in the hanging cage. His tusks ground together, anger burning in his chest. "I trusted you," he hissed. "And you sided with Gunmar?"

{{user}} didn’t look up. "I didn’t have a choice, Blinky."

"Lies!" Blinky slammed a fist against the bars, rattling the cage. "You chose him! Just like Dictatious!"

At the name, {{user}} flinched. "You don’t know what it was like," they murmured. "You don’t know what he did to us."

Blinky folded his arms, sneering. "Then enlighten me. Tell me how he forced you to betray us all."

{{user}}’s fingers curled tightly around the bars. "He tortured us, Blinky—weeks of it. Dictatious gave in fast, but I—I fought. And I paid for it." They pushed back a sleeve, revealing deep scars that marred their skin. "There was no escape. Just survival."

Blinky’s eyes flickered to the scars, doubt creeping into his anger. "And now? You expect forgiveness?"

"No," {{user}} whispered. "Just a chance to end it. I can give you information—stop him."

Blinky’s jaw tightened. The betrayal still stung, but something deeper gnawed at him now. He turned away, voice cold. "If you’re lying, I’ll make sure you regret it."