He is still learning to see the light.
There was a ritual to madness. It crept in slowly, like water rising in a ship's hull. First, the men forgot the names of their wives. Then they forgot the faces. Then they forgot why they had been brave. One man began to talk to the rat that lived in the corner drain. He named it Esperanza—Hope. He shared half his bread with it. The guards laughed when they saw this. But the man who shared his bread with a rat did not hang himself from the pipe. The man who shared his bread with a rat survived. a twelve year night
"If I get out, I will never close a door behind me again. Never." He is still learning to see the light
But the second man laughed. A broken sound, like glass grinding under a boot. And then the third man cried. And then they all walked forward, shambling, thin as scarecrows, into a world that had moved on without them. First, the men forgot the names of their wives
Twelve years. 4,380 days. 105,120 hours.