Lorenzo groaned out of discomfort "being a slave is torture." He muttered,
Exhaustion had gotten into everyone after twelve hours in the dungeon they are sat and reclined to the wall, while critters like rats gallivanted before them, it was eleven pm at midnight, everyone grabbed his biceps to stay warm from the punishing cold.
"Call your God to help us out of here," Lorenzo said to Marchisio sitting opposite him, Marchisio drove his eyeballs up to him.
"Have you come to criticize my religion,?" Marchisio questioned, his words oppressing that of Lorenzo.
"I thought your God was all-powerful and loves you why wouldn't he save you when you call on him?" Lorenzo threw a question at Marchisio boldly.
The question Marchisio's appearance veiled in petulance, he scowled at Lorenzo, his lips never opened for a reply that sent a message to Lorenzo that Marchisio had no answer to his questions.
"Religionists are unbelievable, they worship things their eyes cannot see, what stupidity." Lorenzo went on, everyone was dull, Lorenzo's questions brought in a little entertainment to everyone, all became attentive to Lorenzo's questions and laments.
"We live a life of faith not of sight, Lorenzo." Marchisio gave a reply.
Lorenzo Cackled briefly at what Marchisio had said,
"God is all-powerful, God is all-knowing, he knew I would not worship him yet he created me, he knew I will be a sinner yet he created me," Lorenzo said, he took a look at Marchisio,
"Why didn't he terminate my life if he knew I would be a sinner, he knew, and yet he created me, It's either God is not all-powerful, or he is not all-knowing," Lorenzo concluded.
Berardi nodded after Lorenzo made his points, he had thought briefly about what Lorenzo said, and it all made quite a sense,
Marchisio gave no reply to Lorenzo, the little excitement Lorenzo had brought in kept dying away slowly.
"He knew you would be a sinner and you wouldn't worship him," Marchisio replied suddenly.
"Yet he created me?" Lorenzo asked.
"Yes, it was your parent's will to have you."
"He knew I would perish if I don't worship him, yet he created me, it means he created me to perish," Lorenzo mentioned.
"When a man is born he is destined to perish as a sinner, that is why God sent a savior and said, whoever believes in him, shall not perish but live, whoever believes changes his destiny from damnation to salvation,"
Marchisio relayed to Lorenzo.
Lorenzo scoffed loudly "all these you said all sounded stupid." He said, acting on his soured feelings.
Marchisio smirked a bit at Lorenzo, revealing little emotion to what he had said to him, Marchisio made up his mind not to speak furthermore about religion.
"You worship what your eyes cannot see, what stupidity." Lorenzo went on.
"Shouldn't we talk more about escaping, rather than unimportant things like God and religion?" Padre intruded the moment with his words, attempting to detour the sickening topic of religion.
"I do have an idea of how we can escape, it rests on vir bellica's soldiers," Berardi mentioned.
Severus glanced around having heard someone mention his name,
"Vir bellica we need you to aid our escape." Berardi brought Severus's attention over to him.
"How do I aid our escape?" Severus said, with a completely clear and fine appearance, showing he wanted to hear Berardi out.
"Amongst everyone here, you are the most valuable, the soldiers wouldn't hesitate to rescue you if you are struck suddenly by a sickness," Berardi explained, Severus frowned a little at him, he showed berradi that his words weren't so understandable to him.
"So you want me to act as if I was dying?" Severus asked.
"Precisely, then we all would scream to attract the guards at the entrance, when they see you dying they would inevitably open the cell to help you."
"Nice suggestion, but am sorry am not a good actor," Severus revealed.
Berardi threw his head down, feeling bitter at what Severus had said.
"I feel it's more about your pride than not being good in acting," Marchisio said to Severus, he was nowhere close to Severus, he had to talk loud, everyone heard what he had said to Severus, most believed it was true.
"You feel maybe, acting as though you were dying would make you look immature," Marchisio uttered, he breathed from the depths of him, acting on his deep emotions, the judging words he threw at Severus made everyone in the cell see him as a self-centered man who could keep his pride at the expense of someone's life.
"I just said I wasn't good at acting, I never said I wouldn't do it," Severus said.
"But a while ago you made us feel you weren't going to do it." Said Berardi.
"Did I? never mind my words," Severus assured he never really thought of not acting as though struck by sickness.
Severus sitting, embraced his knee firmly, he knew within himself, that he never wanted to do what Berardi had told him to do, he just had a quick change of mind, because he had grabbed the feeling that everyone was all hoping on him, it was either they are left dead and disappointed which will come with rejecting what Berardi had told him to do,
Or try escaping which comes with doing what Berardi had instructed.
"Say nevermore that I am prideful," Severus warned Marchisio.
Severus came to be on his feet, as he prepared for the act.