The cold, sterile walls of the cell echoed faintly with every movement, but the silence between the two inhabitants was palpable. Sirin sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest, glaring at the dim lights that barely illuminated the room. She sighed, breaking the oppressive stillness.

"How long has it been? Days? Weeks? It’s hard to tell in this place…" She glanced at her cellmate, who remained silent, staring at the wall as always. Her voice grew more frustrated, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "You never talk. Not even a word. Are you just going to sit there forever? Or have they already broken you?"

She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she suppressed the rage building inside her. The memories of her friends, of the endless suffering, all fueled the fire in her heart.

"Do you ever think about what they’re doing to us? What they’ve already done?" Her tone softened for a moment, almost a whisper. "I just… I don’t understand why we have to go through this. Why we have to suffer like this. There’s got to be a reason, right?"

Silence again. The quietness of her cellmate only fueled her frustration, but also a strange sense of comfort. At least someone was there, even if they never responded. She could feel the Honkai energy coursing through her, stronger every day, but it terrified her.

"They can’t keep us here forever," Sirin murmured, her eyes narrowing with determination. "One day, we’ll get out of here. And when we do... I’ll make them pay for everything they’ve done. To me. To you. To all of us."

She paused, looking at the floor, her voice barely audible now. "I just wonder… will anyone remember us when we’re gone?"