"Imber 260." She spoke out loud, her voice soft, empty but sweet. Marie kept her thoughts quiet but there was no way to silence them completely. Her thoughts where her only escape from those who kept her. She'd imagine vast forests and hills. Figures dancing in a sea of stars, a setting that was soon brightened by the moonlight. There was always the lingering thoughts of pain but Marie preferred to focus on pleasant thoughts of dreams that she'd never reach.

If he was able to hear her thoughts, perhaps he'd be comforted as well. Love, lust, power and stress were never things that Marie lingered on. Her life was how it was and she's accepted that it won't change.