Night could not recognize her. He could not see her.

Sansa sat in front of him, crying that she had found him. She had finally found him. But not him. Not really him.

Slowly she rose, looking around the room at the other males who were in the same state.

Some were like Night. Some showed no outward signs of pain. They were trapped within their head. But there were others who cried out.

And Sansa felt her own soul cry with them.

She approached one and gently began to treat him.

"You should leave." They all whispered the same words to her. "You should leave, while she is gone."

Leave.

But where?

How?

"It doesn't matter."

Sansa looked up at the male she was treating.

Out of all of them, he was the most injured. But he made no noise of pain or discomfort. His body was leaned against the wall, defeat written into every inch of his skin.

"You can heal them now. But they will still feel the pain eventually. It's not an injury that you are used to treating. This pain does not go away."

"If they have some relief, even if it's brief, then I'll still treat them."

The male looked down at her. His eyes were a curious color. Like the forest. Sansa saw the blue of the sky, the green of the trees, and the brown of the dirt that held it all together. It was a beautiful sight.

"She won't like this."

"That female?"

The male nodded.

There was a silence between them before the male spoke. "He is your soul?"

Sansa looked to where the male was staring. Her heart seemed to stop every time she saw Night now. She couldn't comprehend that he was there. He was actually there in front of her. But still away.

"Yes," she whispered.

"He doesn't belong to you."

Sansa turned quickly back to face him. Agony. The closest emotion that could describe what ripped through Sansa at his words was agony.

His expression held no remorse. He only continued to stare at her, his blank eyes blinking in silent appraisal at her as he watched her suffering.

"You should leave," the male whispered. "Leave and forget about this place. About him. It's what he would want."

"I can't leave him." Sansa couldn't even comprehend the thought. How could she leave him? He was there right in front of her. This male had no idea. No idea of the journey she had gone through to find him.

"You can though," he argued, "it will be difficult. But you can."

Sansa felt tears come to her eyes. She had been holding them back but now they fell. The male watched as they continued to fall. She put her hands over her eyes, trying to block out the sight of it all- of the pain, the blood, and Night. His void eyes that could not see her.

Slowly though, Sansa wiped away her tears. She picked up the bandages she had dropped and began again to dress the wounds on the male.

"It's useless." His face matched the faces of the males who knew nothing of what was going on around them. He was void but in a different way. A terrible way.

"You can see me. You know I'm here," Sansa wondered out loud. The pain that flashed through the male's eyes was the rawest form she had ever seen. "What is your punishment?"

The male's eyes closed. "You are very innocent to think that a wrong must be done to have a reasoning for pain."

Sansa felt her tears renew. She felt weak and helpless. For them. For all of them. For not just Night but all of these males where were trapped in this place.

"I'm sorry," her words were barely coherent as she gasped them out. Her hands reached out to touch his face as she looked into those broken eyes, "I'm so sorry."

His kaleidoscope gaze seemed to shatter even more, "Don't cry. You would never go to a place such as this. You are too pure. I can tell. The fact that you cry for monsters like us...You are too innocent to know better."

*   *   *

The female came as she had left.

Abruptly. Suddenly. Without a word.

Her eyes gazed around the room, taking in the males before falling upon Sansa.

"What is this?"

She stepped close to one male, pulling at the bandage that had been wrapped around his arm.

"Did you try to heal them?"

Her words were whispered in a dangerous way. A snake slithering closer, coming near Sansa with the intention of attacking.

Sansa had no words. She stayed silent before this female.

The female's eyes traveled around the room once more, before they stopped and rested on the male with the broken gaze.

She approached him slowly. Sansa watched as hatred came into his eyes. She shivered against the look. This male hated the female. Sansa had never seen another creature stare at something such as this. Like a feral dog. A creature that had once been mighty- pushed into a cage. You could take away the claws and fangs but the animal still had the memory of its strength and what it felt like to bite. To taste blood.

He had the look of someone who had nothing to lose and everything to gain. But the only gain he wished, was her disappearance.

She stopped before him, staring down.

"She touched you?"

The male glared up at her. Her gaze contrasted with his greatly. Sansa realized with a horrified start that the female...this male was something special to her. Being broken could show in many ways. You did not have to bleed to be so. It did not have to be obvious like how it was with the male.

Sansa was only now just realizing how shattered the female herself was. There had always been something that felt wrong about her. And gazing at the scene before her, Sansa was starting to put the pieces together.

"No."

The female laughed, "you have a bandage on your arm. You think you can lie to me?"

Without warning and with a strength Sansa didn't think was possible from the female, she grabbed the male, lifting him and forcing him to stand. He rose on shaky legs; red being seen through the white of his new bandage. His eyes seemed to swirl in a sudden dizzy motion as the world around him spun.

Just as abruptly, she turned to Sansa, forcing the male to stare at her also.

"She deserves judgment. Judgment. What do you think? What will she get? She touched you after I told you that only I can. Only me."

"She didn't touch me," the male whispered. His eyes were still unfocused on the world around him.

"Punishment," she hissed.

That one word made him regain focus.

"She should not be here. You should not have brought her here. She is still living. Put her back where she belongs."

A single manic laugh left the female, "you tell me what to do? That's not your place. I'm the one who makes the judgments."

She turned back to Sansa, "Punishment."

The male was shaking his head. Sansa was slowly backing away from them both. Her fear was increasing as the female began to laugh again, louder and more crazed in her actions.

She was wild and untamed. Something loose and uncontrollable. She was unstable. Sansa shivered in fear against the gleam of danger that could fully be seen in the female's eyes.

"You said you wanted to take his place?"

The female pointed to Night.

Despite it all, Sansa felt a burst of hope at her words.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation. None. And both the female and male showed shock at her response.

It created anger in the female's gaze. But for him. The male only stared at Sansa, his eyes wide in wonder as he looked down at her.

"Rot in this hell then. He won't remember that you're here anyway. You're saving no one."

The last thing Sansa saw was the flash of silver. Silver as Night opened his eyes away from that void. It was just a second. Just a brief moment of bliss as she connected to him and saw that he was going to be okay. He never looked towards her. And she never got to see what happened after that.

Just that glint of silver, before all of her senses were taken away. 

If I calculate this right...I think this may be my longest story. Or not. I'm not sure. But IN MY HEAD, I'm thinking of what all I still have planned and I'm like "uhhh usually my stories only last around 50 chapters and we're already on 30..." *nervous laugh* so...I hope you people are willing to stick it out with me (then again I am horrible at math and some days can barely add 2 + 6 so we'll see how accurate this prediction turns out to be). 

Thank you for reading!