[Mika stared at the past residents, shaking her head at them no matter how much she could tell they were pleading with her. Dante looked terrible with the blood crusted on his lips. Link was hooking his fingers around the bars while Butterfly leaned against them. A dozen faces or more that she knew, Deuce was looking almost angry with her for not letting her out yet, but Mika just stood.

Shaking her head at them.

A dozen faces she knew so well, people she'd helped and fought with and next to and dug through God only knew what in their attempts to escape and there they were again. Voiceless. Judging. And it took everything she had to stand there and tell them all no.]

It's all fake. I know them better than that, Dante alone could've broken those bars and walked out any time he wanted to. I'm not stupid.

[Still, it must have been raining indoors, as she felt something hot and wet dripping from her chin as she looked them in the eyes.]