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Silas slowly opened his eyes, catching sight of the dirty ceiling almost immediately. A shallow breath slipped past his lips before he sat up, his head only just reaching the concrete ceiling. He bent his knees, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, as if to meditate.
'Who would have thought?' he mused, slowly reopening his eyes.
He pressed his lips into a thin line, stretching his legs until his feet hung over the top bunk bed. Silas swiftly jumped out of the top bed and landed safely. Turning his head to the lower bunk, another sharp huff escaped him.
Usually, at a time like this, Primo would be doing his rosary. Whenever Silas made even the slightest noise, Primo would make a huge fuss about it, as if Primo were truly turning to whatever God he was praying to.
