Not willing to watch anything else, I leaned back in the chair, my eyes closed.
Of course, it wasn't like that helped in any way, shape, or form. Even without seeing the videos, the feeds were constantly running through my head in a loop, each one worse than the one before.
'What's the plan?' asked my mouse quietly.
'I don't know,' I admitted with a sigh. 'If it was just me, I could go through one of the vents or find a hole in the wall and escape.'
'But…' pressed my mouse, knowing me just as well as I knew myself, if not more.
'But I don't know if I can live with myself if I run away and leave the rest to their fate,' I admitted.
That was my dilemma. I could escape and live my life, but I would do it with the knowledge that there were countless others suffering, and I could have done something about it.