She watched him with wide eyes and gently nodded accepting his story and logic. It made sense that there were different kinds of strong. But could she really consider herself strong after everything she'd been through? After what she'd done?

"I guess." She answered in a non-committal way but the look on her face appeared that he was getting through to her.

"If we make it out of here...and you start to get that way I have some friends who can help you stand up again." She added in a low voice. "They picked me up every time I fell." She pointed across the cell to another girl, slightly older then her with a much colder and more dangerous look about her.

"She's one of them."