During her time imprisoned, Dynatha had found something comforting about the force field around her. After all, she was safe in this cage; she could not get out, but the guards could not hurt her while she was inside. That was far more comforting to her than the chance of escape now. The prospect of escaping at all had left her mind weeks ago, when she found out that her friends were dead. “Oryan? What’s going on?” Dynatha babbled. “Why are you… helping me?” “Captured? No. They’re dead! You told me yourself-” “Tserne? Is he okay?” “That is all I ask.” “Where is Skullduggery now?” “Follow me.” “Yes?”