Autor allows himself to be jostled and leaned on, and even nudges her back. "Oooh, indeed," he says, flashing a quick grin at his friend. His blush has mostly faded, but still lingers on his cheeks. "I told you the reveal would be within the next ten minutes."
The scene opens up on an albino monk carrying a tray with a goblet and plate full of food down some damp stairs. He comes upon the sleeping Westley, who is bolted to a table, and begins cleaning his wounds inflicted by the Rodents of Unusual Size.
"Where am I?" Westley says.
"The Pit of Despair," the albino rasps. "Don't even think--" he adds in the same raspy voice, and then clears his throat, speaking normally afterwards. "Don't even think of trying to escape. The chains are far too thick. And don't even dream of being rescued either. The only way in is secret. Only the Count, the Prince, and I know how to get in and out."
"So I'm here 'till I die?" Westley says flatly.
"'Till they kill you, yeah," the albino says, continuing to clean Westley's wounds.
"So why bother curing me?"
"The Prince and the Count always insist on everyone being healthy before they're broken."
"So it's to be torture," Westley says smugly. "I can cope with torture."
The albino shakes his head, his eyes widening, and Autor laughs.
"You survived the fire swamp," the albino says, "you must be very brave, but nobody withstands the machine."
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Date: 2015-11-20 05:54 am (UTC)The scene opens up on an albino monk carrying a tray with a goblet and plate full of food down some damp stairs. He comes upon the sleeping Westley, who is bolted to a table, and begins cleaning his wounds inflicted by the Rodents of Unusual Size.
"Where am I?" Westley says.
"The Pit of Despair," the albino rasps. "Don't even think--" he adds in the same raspy voice, and then clears his throat, speaking normally afterwards. "Don't even think of trying to escape. The chains are far too thick. And don't even dream of being rescued either. The only way in is secret. Only the Count, the Prince, and I know how to get in and out."
"So I'm here 'till I die?" Westley says flatly.
"'Till they kill you, yeah," the albino says, continuing to clean Westley's wounds.
"So why bother curing me?"
"The Prince and the Count always insist on everyone being healthy before they're broken."
"So it's to be torture," Westley says smugly. "I can cope with torture."
The albino shakes his head, his eyes widening, and Autor laughs.
"You survived the fire swamp," the albino says, "you must be very brave, but nobody withstands the machine."
"Oh, I like him," Autor says, chuckling.