The Man sat silently in place, staring at a wall as the ache in his cuts started to grow numb. His leg bounced in the pace of how his heartbeat was. Quick and nonstop. He hummed quietly to himself, trying his best to fill the silence in, but no matter how hard he tried, he could still hear their screams. His eyes snapped open, his grip on his cloak growing tighter. "Why couldn't it be me...?" His broken whisper was questioning; not himself, but fate. He swallowed thickly and let go of his cloak.