Starter for @archdeviousaster
The void was always a quiet, lonely place. When it wasn't, it was outright hellish. He was not going to admit his fear: he'd been taught at some point that the action was useless. There was no one in the void to care, and all it would do is encourage his attackers.
Was it always this way?
Huh. He couldn't remember. Then again, he couldn't most things. Perhaps it was for the best: he couldn't leave this prison. He couldn't even tell you if there was anything outside of this prison himself.
Traveling was difficult, but at least Aster's little fragment of the void was safe. Perhaps because that fragment was so strong. Or was it luck? He didn't know. All he knew was, he'd no chance of winning a fight with them. So he would do what he could to try and keep some sort of friendship. Though perhaps the container of supplies was better described as a bribe.
