    Rarity got up with every intention of leaving, thinking she might actually stand a chance with the spear he'd given her, and the food in her bags. But the pleading look in Atchmon's eyes when he begged her not to leave entered her mind. She thought his words over again, and looked to the tally marks on the ceiling. And Wondered if he had been like that all along, or if it was just a result of prolonged isolation. Rarity couldn't comprehend spending that much time alone.