The dungeons were anything but quiet. They were full of the cries of humans, the mad mutterings of those who had lost their minds, but the faery didn't care. Not really. They would have caused more trouble left in the human world, left to see what they shouldn't. Other faeries might have taken advantage. Here, they may go magic, but at least they were safer.
At least, that was what he told himself.
But when he looked at some of them, the empty ones who gave up long ago, he felt a twist of pity deep down; though he never showed it.
And then when he looked at the girl, the one he so often had to stop from escaping, he felt something else. Anger that he constantly had to watch her, but also admiration. She never gave up.
Although, in the end, it would do her no good.
He sat down outside her cell now, watching her.
“You know” He said, almost conversationally, but with no emotion in his voice. “You are not the first to try and fight. You will not be the last. And although you have lasted the longest, you all loose in the end. Even if you got out of here, where would you go? Fey are everywhere, and not all would keep you alive. Most would toy with you then kill you....more painfully than here.” He stares at her, his eyes narrowing. “You would die out there before we could get you back. Why cant you just give up?”
He sighs, and shakes his head. “Why am I even talking to you? Its not like you will respond. Other than trying to evade my sword again.” His eyes flash. “And thats another thing. You will never get past me.”