Asterion whimpered, but he was alive and he wasn't in the labyrinth and yes he was trapped but it wouldn't be years, surely. It couldn't be years. "Hi," he said back, trying to keep his breathing regular. His chest still felt so tight.
Antigone. Greek.
"Won't hurt you," he breathed, because she would likely be worried about that. Anyone would. He had worked so hard to try to keep himself from being a danger to others as long as they didn't try to harm him. He didn't want to be a thing people feared. Couldn't they see he was the one who was scared? He was the one locked away. Fed once a year.