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The Dungeon: One a.m.
“I’m so sorry.” D’ata shook his head, arms crossed on his knees, staring at his feet. “When I asked earlier, if Pierre…” He trailed off. “I didn’t mean to bring up the memory of…”
Ravan, still leaning back against the priest, glanced sideways back at him and shrugged. “What…that he raped me?”
“It must have been horrible.” D’ata grieved that his brother had endured such an atrocity.
There was a long pause before Ravan replied, “There are worse things, Father.”
“Yes, I suppose there are.”
Then, it was quiet for a spell.
“Ravan,” he paused, “you can call me D’ata.”
His companion nodded and whispered, “D’ata.”
The soft breathing of the two men lured them into their own memories for a bit, then D’ata cautiously ventured, “Do you know whatever happened to Pierre?”
Ravan, lost for a while in his thoughts, considered carefully before answering. “All men have a destiny…and he found his.”