Like schools of fish, we dance. The night is cold and moist, and the rain pelts us like icy tears as we run through the courtyard. When we’ve reached the main gate, she kneels, and she tells me that we are at the edge of ability. She can no longer hold these chains in place, alone. I’m holding her face as she begins to weep. For a moment, the world vanishes into the blacks of her eyes.