(Sorry it took me a little longer to get posted than I said, but I was away in NYC last week, and forgot to take my notebook with me! *hangs my head in shame*)
All he could think of was who he selfishly left behind. The cries. The screams. The horror. He could not have gone back for his life would have forfeit - not that being captured after fleeing proved any better of a fate. But now his fate has been left in the hands of friend turned foe.
They were his teachers. His mentors. His family. How could they have turned so drastically. So darkly. So suddenly. In the span of a day, those he came to trust, to love, were now his captors. His jailors. His torturers. Pain and misery were his only friends now. His escape was only within his mind. The dark fate that awaits him was the only thing keeping him going now.