There was a reason he wasn't going to break under the Russian.
No matter how many times he was violated in ungodly ways, no matter how many times he thought he was going to die, the albino refused to break. He refused to become one of the Russian's servants, jumping to do his bidding without as much as a shred of pride.
It wasn't because he was too awesome for that (though he was).
And it wasn't because his pride refused to bend that way, no matter how much torture was inflicted upon his body. All of those things, they weren't the true reason for the albino's stubbornness, for the fire in his eyes as he approached every day. No, rather, as he survived every day under the psychotic reign of the Russian.
At night, as he sat locked away in some meat cellar, the Russian thought he was taking away the albino's hope: he thought he was breaking his spirit by not letting him see the gleam of the stars. Sitting in the dark though, completely alone, it was the albino's saving grace. He didn't ne