Lacriel had the guards bring him some chalk, and since then, Thanael scribbled onto the walls. When Iris came around the corner, he was still writing. She could read the poem-like text fragment that was next to the door.
my ghosts are never far away
they encircle me
they wait for me
and in a way, they keep me company
they comfort me
I sing to them, they sing to me
should I embrace them in the dark
when she won't call me back to light?
"Oh, please, just piss off and piss somebody else off", Thanael interrupted her contemplation curtly. He had noticed her presence but not turned around, so he had not recognized her yet.
"Hello, Thanael", Iris said. Thanael looked over his shoulder and hurried to his feet. Iris was dressed mostly in black, her face was earnest, but closer to anger than to sadness. He tried a smile. "Iris. I hoped to see you soon."
"You could have come to me before you deliberately sent yourself to prison", Iris snapped.
"I could", Thanael confirmed. "But you would