Henry hated hanging around waiting for things to happen, he was a go-getter, which is why hanging around in the melancholic dungeon, surrounded by moaning bodies was insufferable.
“Is this going to take long,” he asked while being shackled to the wall.
“D’pends,” the guard said clicking shut the ankle cuff and walking away.
“On what.
“On ‘ow much you like life.
“A lot actually.
“Well there’s ya problem. You see the Society don’t believe in takin’ life, some effical thing. No one knows where it came from but the society is traditionalists and don’t like fiddlin’ unnecessarily with their charter. However, if you decide to give up on life, then they are more than happy with that outcome. It’s your decision, not their’s," the guard leaned against a mouldy brick doorway, “take Phil over there. He gave up on life a couple of weeks ago and he’s much better for it. No more groaning, whinging about damp conditions and the Society is happy, no blood on their hands. You see, the sooner you give up the better.”