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>David lay there for a long time in his own waste, no one coming to check on >him until many hours later. It was the woman from before, and if he thought >she had any compassion for him, David was wrong. She threw a bucket of cold >water over him by way of 'cleaning', and dribbled some in his mouth. It >tasted like rust and minerals. David didn't flinch at the taste...the cold water was a welcome experience as he had dazed off... >"Marines killed my husband," she said coldly. "We'd been married three >months. He loved to laugh, but all I can remember about him now is the >screams he made as he was dying." There was a hatred in her eyes that was >as sharp as a knife, an emptiness and devastation to her soul nothing could >cure. "I blame you and all your kind, fleeter. I hope they gut you in >there." She stood up and spit into his face, the spittle landing on one of >David's eyes. David shook his head to clear his eyes as his hands were chained, "I am sorry....I do not deny the pain of loss...maybe I can help find the ones who did this....but if this is such a personal issue why involve this community?"
