Filth Seyrut's Memories

[Special K]

The senseless man was thrown in his cell, abandoned, and distressed. Too easily was the blind, fragile man torn from the comfort and security he clung to, provided by the woman who sat beside him through his redemption. The man who gave Filth his freedom, his release of evil, his liberation, now shares the same fate. Curled in a ball, his body trembles of fear and loneliness, heedless of what is to come. Filth desperately grips onto the thought that he will live once again, a normal life, free of his suffering. After hours of bemoaning the time he has spent and time to come, his body calms, regaining a little more control. Forcing his stiff muscles to move his body, Filth leans against the cold stone beside the cell door. Struggling, his bones crack and ache from the hours of idleness. Lightly brushing the tears from his cheek and eyes with trembling hands, he repeats the word, "Pure", till his body gives way to sleep.

[Special K]

After what seemed like months, the man who redeemed Filth speaks from his cell, reassuring Filth that the Red Knights will free their ill fates. Even though Filth understands nothing the man speaks, his heart warms, a little comfort goes a long way.

Several days later, a woman enters the cell rooms, noticing Filth's odd behavior of rocking and muttering, she questions him about his health. Filth is only able to reply with the one word he knows, "Pure.". Leaving the man, as he hears the sound of a door opening and closing.

Returning to his usual behavior, Filth prays in his mind that the woman who supported him will free him from his confined imprisonment in the Flaming Fist Prison.