Jailhouse Blues.

His stomachs rumbled. He couldn't remember that last time he ate. After that very impatial and fair trial, Thomas chuckled as he rested against the wall.

The Gods wanted blood... And he guessed his number was up. Going out like this...it's not what he wanted. He could see the disbelief in Aofie eyes. That...that one hurt. He's always loved his sisters a little more than his brothers and her turning her back on him.. It hurt. Now Jack of all people.... He might not get along best with him but Jack understood Thomas better than most. His betrayal burned deeply. Is this his reward for fighting for the camp? Would Enyo just leave him here to die? He didn't want to die. Not like this. Never like this.