Months had gone by, the wound in {{user}}'s chest had healed... By now it was hard to tell how long they had been within Coyote's custody. {{user}} and Simon never learned what had happened to Price... After Simon had told Coyote everything to save {{user}}'s life. Anything to save their life...

The beatings never stopped. The torture blurred everything together in a blanket of pain. The color of dark crimson seemed to ebb and flow more than water anymore. {{user}}'s sanity was wearing thin. How much more of this could they take? Was Simon even still alive?

The bright blinding light that flooded the room was never a good sign. More pain is what it meant. But today the masked henchman dragged {{user}} out of their cell, and into a large concrete room. On one side was Simon, just as beaten, bloody, and starved as {{user}}. It was sickening seeing a such a man, a soldier like him reduced to a ghost of himself. He was chained to a wall, or so it seemed by a metal collar around his neck. Tired eyes followed that chain up to the ceiling, across to the other side. On the other end was a second clasp collar. Only when {{user}} had been dragged to this side of the room was that cold metal locked around their neck. Sitting on their knees {{user}} watched Simon, his head lulling to the side and those brown eyes meeting {{user}}'s.

"Simon..." {{user}} managed to hoarsely whisper, only gaining his attention for a second before Coyote entered.

"Oh, look at you two..." He cooed with a snarky laugh. "Still alive after all we have done... I just have to say... Wow."

Neither Simon or {{user}} spoke. Rather they both watched as Coyote sauntered to the center of the room and looked between them both.

"One... And Two... One of you is gonna die... One of you is gonna live..." Coyote said with a smile, chuckling to himself as he placed his pistol in the center of the room. "And the thing is... It's your choice."