The room they have taken me to is a dull metallic grey that looks as though it has never been new. The walls run into the floor and the floor runs into the walls and the ceiling hangs somewhere high above me like a second sky. A bearded man enters, his navy uniform clashing with the room like white against black. He asks me why did you do it? I say I don’t know. He says oh, did you just want to do it? Did it just take your fancy? That’s why we do anything isn’t it, he says, because we want to. I shake my head but say nothing. I never wanted to. Sometimes we don’t do things because we want to, we do them because we have to. We do them because it is right or because it is wrong. We do them because it is necessary. Sometimes the choices we make, we make because they are the easiest, the closest, the clearest. And sometimes, what we do, we do not for ourselves but for others. I freed her, I say, because it is what she needed.
