( It's all information she's sorting out and keeping in mind, her months here gaining a sort of resonance in her understandings, just as it leaves gaping holes in what she does and doesn't know. There's more history here than her scant handful of months. Yet not vast numbers who've been here for what... is the longest over two years? She thinks that's what she's heard. )

Yes, very like what has them asking anything from us. And if I'm not mistaken... I think that man upstairs is his own reason for having those shackles. Manouk, Lisanther, and the one in the dungeon.

( She grimaces, finally scooting away from by the bucket under the sink as the trickle of substances surely still not water slows to the slow, inevitably drip, drip, drop of an ending flow. )

What you found tells me more about why. Manouk claimed he was sent here because the followers of the Doxe were jealous. The Doxe who was asking him to find a means of making him immortal.

( Feeling sick to her stomach, she rises, busying herself with looking for another towel to wipe her hands clean. Glancing through the ghost in the tub to see if the water has yet turned clean. Closer again now than moments ago. )

I believe we're learning what some of that cost was in human lives. Why he was condemned.