"You're asking the wrong question" I replied. "It's not why I did it. It doesn't matter." "It doesn't?" He asked, eyebrows shooting skyward. "No." I said, taking a deep breath. "It matters what stopped me. Who." "But you didn't stop." "I know." There's a prisoner at the heart of an asteroid that has murdered thousands. She doesn't try to escape. She never fights the other prisoners. And now, decades later, a question has arisen. Why? Written for the DWFanFicRec contest.All Rights Reserved
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