"We still have Ariadne's coat," he points out. "That'll protect us from the worst of it. There's no wind right now, so we don't have to worry about the rain coming at an angle."

He shakes his head, sighing. Both girls are young. They're not fighters like him. He's not afraid of pain. Of course they'd prefer whatever seems less painful.

"You don't always die right away. Sometimes you're there for days, trapped, unable to move, just... waiting to die."

Not that he's been trapped under a building, but the worst torture he'd been through hadn't been getting whipped or beaten. It had been the time he'd been trapped in a cell so small he literally couldn't move for days.