"Do you have any idea what it was?" Isera asked, looking over the fake horizon with a stifled sense of nostalgia lodged deep into her eyes.
If anything, this was the one quality that unified all the exiles in this accursed land.
"Does it matter?" Juno's eyes lacked the same spark of his distant companion.
Despite being locked away in this place for several long years more than the girl, he was still further away from the gates of invisible death. And while a huge part of it could be attributed to stupid luck…
Even when taken out of the equation, it was still a showcase of his superior will.
"It's not like we will be ever able to find out."
The secret to keeping to the sacred rule of this prison was simple.
It was to kill oneself.
To completely remove everything and anything that went beyond the daily routine or could violate the taboo.
