Imprisonment

[Warden]

The door to Anya's room shut, slowly, as if Anya was waiting for something, for someone to say something. She walked, almost irregularly, to her bed, again.

March 3rd, 798 AS

I think I can sleep...

The images, the sounds, the memory, they've stopped bringing themselves up. The briefing is in the lectern, where I left it. I hope the change in sleeping patterns hasn't been noticeable. The prisoners would tear me apart with their quips and insults if they could tell I haven't been well, and heaven forbid I don't give an inspection. I can only imagine the hell I would cause myself...

I heard some of them, particularly the other LWB and the Unioners, wondering about Helmut and the others that were sent to Mainz. The Bundschuh and Hessians seem to know better, but, these men are full of ignorance.

I didn't know this, but the girl in the 19th cell in the female block was apparently Helmut's lover. She doesn't seem to know what to do with herself anymore. The guards have told me that she's been asking during eating periods and her hair has become more ragged. Never usually notice these things, but, I haven't been my usual self, either.

The rumors, though, they were almost funny. That Unioner in the 32nd cell said I took Helmut to my office and had my way with him, being the only man that was man enough to please me. Sometimes, I swear, but, that isn't good for me...