"Crime? What kind of crime?" Levy asked, his voice carrying a sharp edge of worry. His brows furrowed, his tone skeptical, and his lips pressed into a thin line. He wasn't sure if Razeal was insane or if he had just decided to drag him down into madness along with him.
"You do realize, right?" Levy continued, his voice lowering, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. "No one ends up in that kind of prison for small crimes. Only the worst of the worst get the 'honor' of being thrown there. I've heard there's barely a difference between the death penalty and Eternal Hold. In fact…" He leaned in slightly as though the shadows themselves might overhear him, "…Eternal Hold is worse. People would rather take a clean death than rot in that place forever."
