<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Paul Ravitz</span></strong><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>Paul snorted. Did he think he was going to get any sympathy? "Who gives a shit if you could never leave? I had a life! I had a family! I knew what that world was like, and you took it from me!" He sighed, growling low to himself, "and now I may have taken it from her." Three fingers moved to rub at his temples, pain resounding through his head. He understood, to some extent, but that didn't mean he was ok with it. His life had been stolen away; it wasn't easily forgivable. A scream echoed in his ears, though he chose to ignore it, knowing it wasn't the young woman sleeping just down the hall. With a sigh, he turned, hand on te door handle, though his yea was turned slightly back.<br/><br/>"Just help me make sure she doesn't die." He paused, thinking about his own captivity. "Unless she wants otherwise." His voice was serious, but shameful. Turning the handle, he walked out, letting the door shut itself behind him. Slowly, his footsteps made the floor beneath him creak. Turning the key in the door, he took a moment to watch Lionna sleep. She looked so calm and peaceful, even with all that had happened. The door ice again locked, key hidden away, Paul lied down on the bed, just near the edge, with his arms beneath his head. Bland eyes stated up at the canopy of the bed, and before he knew it, he was asleep.