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[dontgiveafock]

[He'd been there for hours, back torn open from the flogging received and body a mass of agony. Joe was aware that he wasn't the worst dealt that day, but it didn't mean his pain wasn't still on the extreme. He knew he should probably sleep, that the coming days would be busy, but for the moment, the man was content to stare blankly at the ground before him.

Guilt, was what he felt the most. For Sollux, and for Nel. The woman he wanted to scream at for being so foolish, for throwing her life away when he knew there was nothing she could do. Joe had witnessed and been part of enough trials to know that there was no passing the Headsman.]

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[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

And joo expect me to just stand dere and watch dem get beaten? Don't fuckin' care what dat liddle mon be sayin' he be a liddle mon! He ain't be desuhvin' dat.

[Kevas goes silent and looks away.]

Maybe, but if I be endin' up on dat side of da fence den I be takin' my shot at it.

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

This kid was screamin' at you all to stop. You were hurtin' him more in trying to save him than in standin' idle.

[He's angry, but doing a moderate job in keeping it in check. Joe settles for a frown and a slightly harder tone.]

I told Nel to stop. She refused.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Joe's angry? Everything about this is pissing Kevas off. Joe's preaching, his inability to save Sollux or Nel, all of it, but he keeps his tone in check.]

What kinda fuckin' place beats a liddle mon like dat?

[Kevas honestly doesn't expect an answer. Punishments back on the Elegante were annoyances at most. This is outright torture, from people who are supposedly saving them no less.]

Yeah. So I noticed.

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe doesn't answer that right away. He can't really say.]

The place yer stuck in, Kevas. All of us.

[That said, the fight leaves him. Joe slouches a little.]

Thank you for the bread and water.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Maybe I can't save him from it, but I can damn sure try to keep dat from happenin' to him again.

[Kevas just grunts, feeling all kinds of miserable at the moment.]

Joo gonna need anytin' else?

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe shakes his head. He doesn't want to fight, especially right now.]

Good plan. I'll do what I can to help. M'good fer now.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[Neither does Kevas, not with this migraine.]

I'll be back later with more.

[And he leaves.]