We keep Leon in a dark pit, sealed and guarded.
I don't know how he eats.
I don't know how he drinks.
I don't know how he breathes.
Once, I wanted to let Leon out, but he refused to unlock the door to the pit.
“Leon doesn't want to be let out,” said a guard, escorting me from the door.
“He has to come out something, I said.
“When he wants to, he will, said the guard, and I leave.
Leon's been in there for a very long time.
For now, he'll be staying there.
Even if it's my turn.