Of course, I cannot know for sure what the Messiah said or thought while they were incarcerated. But I have spent long enough time with them that I can extrapolate the workings of their mind and perhaps muddle to an approximation of what happened. Indulge me my fancies, if you will. I imagine Misery Nomaki, in their cell, dissecting every moment of their life in the past few months, shattering memory into the finest shards and turning every glittering incident over and over in the light, seeking fault and meaning that they could make a lesson out of. I imagine they spent long hours in prayer, sorting through gospel and psalm from childhood, trying to glean from it guidance, meaning, clarity. Perhaps they succeeded, and found their heart filled with light and resolution. Or perhaps they did not, and they continue their search still.