Here, chained together and held as prisoners by men even more depraved than they could ever imagine, they couldn’t afford to be enemies any more. They both suffered regardless of the color they fought for, and the shared misery brought them closer to each other.

Blue stared as the door opened, apprehension written all over his face.

“Courage,” Red reminded him in their mother tongue, averting his gaze.

They were both forced to their feet, and then the locks holding them fast opened just long enough for them to be separated.

“Courage,” Blue whispered back as he was pulled away.