"There was never any fucking doubt of that," Signless snarled as he climbed onto the bed and pulled his sickles out of his sylladex. He cut through several biowires in one sweep of the wicked curved blade, and soon the wires dropped even faster than before.

"This is more than foul. It's completely disgusting."

In the wake of his paranoid episodes, he had withdrawn a bit. Though he still wanted to make their captors pay, his insecurities were getting in the way to a greater extent than ever before. How could they possibly get to them when they were able to affect their minds so deeply and thoroughly, until they didn't know what was real and what wasn't?

But that didn't matter, he knew. He had to pull himself up and stop being a coward.

"We can't just sit around and let them get away with this," he said.