"I woke up in a well, yes." Not for the first time, but that was ancient history and with a shake of his head, he stays in the now. This cell, the dank, reeking hole they have been thrown in to. Also, not a first. Grisha were feared long before he had the power to show them what fear really meant.

There were no words of comfort, and he didn't try. The stubborn look on the girl's face too familiar. "There is no other way, than to accept it. For now," the Darkling adds, gesturing towards the rest of the prison. "They let us out in to the sun for an hour every day. We get food."