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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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[thii2ii22tupiid]

...how many times have you done this?

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe smirks but there's little humour in it.]

A couple. It's been a fockin' long time since I've been up 'ere though. Last time was... worse.

[thii2ii22tupiid]

What did they do to you? And what did you do?

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[If he could, he would scratch his head.]

Hate to say it lad, but I can't really recall the details all that well. I know it was to do with pigeons, an' passin' notes... More than that I can't say fer sure.

[It's been a long time since Joe's really thought about it.]

Fifteen lashes and two days in the stocks. Damn near killed me.

[thii2ii22tupiid]

Passing notes? Like the ones the birds had?

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Dunno, lad.

[He glances across to Sollux, and then to Alex. This isn't really the securest place to be talking.]

What's say you come see me in the kitchen some time and we'll see if I remember anything, aye?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

Hn, alright.

*He didn't want to get too far into this conversation out here, anyway.*