Zero walks toward Wren’s cell. The distance now is so much more than before. It has its own benefits as it is so much more private than it was before, but now it is so much more deliberate.
As Wren finally comes into view, Zero rushes forward, he looks at her, her whole body is leaning forward, her black hair draped on either side of her face obscuring his view of her, but her posture is enough to know that there is something very wrong. His voice is soft and has a sort of soothing quality to it.
"Wren"
Wren’s azure eyes move from their hollow and empty stare at the concrete floor below her up to meet the concerned gaze of her friend, the one with such care and concern in his eyes.
"Easton said three days Zero. I still don’t understand what he means"
Zero moves as close to the bars as
