Shuyin's one working eye widened slightly as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together even through the thick fog of pain clouding her thoughts.
"They wanted me dead," she whispered hoarsely, understanding dawning. "Made it look like an accident, like regular prison violence."
"Exactly right," Razor confirmed from her perch above. "Prison violence happens every single day in places like this. Nobody investigates too hard, but whoever planned this made a critical mistake by using our cell for their scheme. Now we're witnesses to what they did. Now we know someone's pulling strings from outside these walls."
"So we're keeping you alive," Blade added from her spot on the floor, her voice characteristically flat and emotionless. "Not because we suddenly like you or feel sorry for you. It's because our own survival depends on keeping you breathing too. It's as simple as that."
