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[Season One, Entry Twelve] Daniel and Ilana walked along the path lined with a metal rail. On either side stretched water possibly fathoms deep--so deep the dagger light couldn't reveal the bottom. They were underground, and yet they were surrounded by water. Daniel led the way here, choosing the paths to follow and avoiding the beast. Somehow he discovered a cistern. "Daniel." And it was cold--frigid. Why was it so cold? Was it because they were underground? That seemed as likely an answer as any. And why was a disembodied soul such as himself even able to feel the cold or any other physical sensation? Didn't that require a body? "Daniel." Interestingly, he and Ilana occasionally passed small, distant islands on which sprang beautiful trees. They reminded Daniel of cherry blossoms. He never went to Japan, but he saw images of the beautiful trees in bloom. They might not bloom in the dark, but they weren't completely in gloom. Each tiny island was underneath a square-shaped hole in the ceiling, and each hole allowed what seemed to be light from an afternoon sun rain down. The cistern was silent aside from their footsteps along the paved path and the occasional water drop crashing into the stored water. "Daniel, please talk to me." Daniel stopped but didn't turn around. "What is it?" He hoped his tone wasn't too hostile. "I cannot understand your decision. Please explain it." "Explain why I didn't kill someone I once loved deeply?" "Yes, please. She hurt you terribly. Why did you spare her?" "Weren't you the one who said my trial was to free captives?" "Yes, but..." Daniel set forth again. The rustling of Ilana's raiment was close behind. It seemed like the further they went along the railed path, the colder it got. It soon felt like the dead of winter. It didn't take long for Daniel to wish for gentle heat and warm sunlight. In short, he wished he was now in vernal conditions. Daniel stopped again. This time he turned and looked into Ilana's eyes briefly before looking away again. "Honestly..." He gripped his upper arm with his free hand. "Part of me really wanted to." "Why did you not?" Daniel turned away again. "I...I... It's hard to explain. I guess it's because of my grandfather and because part of me still..." He cleared his throat. "C'mon. I want to get out of here as soon as possible."

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[Season One, Entry Twelve] Daniel and Ilana walked along the path lined with a metal rail. On either side stretched water possibly fathoms deep--so deep the dagger light couldn't reveal the bottom. They were underground, and yet they were surrounded by water. Daniel led the way here, choosing the paths to follow and avoiding the beast. Somehow he discovered a cistern. "Daniel." And it was cold--frigid. Why was it so cold? Was it because they were underground? That seemed as likely an answer as any. And why was a disembodied soul such as himself even able to feel the cold or any other physical sensation? Didn't that require a body? "Daniel." Interestingly, he and Ilana occasionally passed small, distant islands on which sprang beautiful trees. They reminded Daniel of cherry blossoms. He never went to Japan, but he saw images of the beautiful trees in bloom. They might not bloom in the dark, but they weren't completely in gloom. Each tiny island was underneath a square-shaped hole in the ceiling, and each hole allowed what seemed to be light from an afternoon sun rain down. The cistern was silent aside from their footsteps along the paved path and the occasional water drop crashing into the stored water. "Daniel, please talk to me." Daniel stopped but didn't turn around. "What is it?" He hoped his tone wasn't too hostile. "I cannot understand your decision. Please explain it." "Explain why I didn't kill someone I once loved deeply?" "Yes, please. She hurt you terribly. Why did you spare her?" "Weren't you the one who said my trial was to free captives?" "Yes, but..." Daniel set forth again. The rustling of Ilana's raiment was close behind. It seemed like the further they went along the railed path, the colder it got. It soon felt like the dead of winter. It didn't take long for Daniel to wish for gentle heat and warm sunlight. In short, he wished he was now in vernal conditions. Daniel stopped again. This time he turned and looked into Ilana's eyes briefly before looking away again. "Honestly..." He gripped his upper arm with his free hand. "Part of me really wanted to." "Why did you not?" Daniel turned away again. "I...I... It's hard to explain. I guess it's because of my grandfather and because part of me still..." He cleared his throat. "C'mon. I want to get out of here as soon as possible."