[ He opens his mouth to make a frustrated snap – not at Koby, but at Hawk – because there’s no reason to worry about Louis down in the dungeon, is there? Not when the dungeon strangler is a friend of his, and he’s sitting pretty in Tim’s room guzzling down scotch after their latest fight about it.
But he says nothing, not to hide, but because he doesn’t want to interrupt Koby’s story, as gruesome as it is. It only makes him angrier. Is that why he’s been judged to suffer in this place? For not standing up to an entire crew of violent pirates with only a mop and bucket? It would be suicide, and that too is a sin. What was he supposed to do? ]
You’re not a coward. She would have just killed you, and then you never would have escaped, or made it here, or been any help to anyone. You survived.
[ As for the rest, he sighs. Says nothing. The goal should be to cause no suffering at all, but being in this manor and playing this game makes that impossible. Tim pulls his hand free from Koby’s to wrap around his shoulders instead, pulling him into his chest, while his other hand still anxiously rubs at his beads. ]
We’ll survive. And we’ll make things right once it’s over.
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Date: 2024-11-01 03:48 pm (UTC)But he says nothing, not to hide, but because he doesn’t want to interrupt Koby’s story, as gruesome as it is. It only makes him angrier. Is that why he’s been judged to suffer in this place? For not standing up to an entire crew of violent pirates with only a mop and bucket? It would be suicide, and that too is a sin. What was he supposed to do? ]
You’re not a coward. She would have just killed you, and then you never would have escaped, or made it here, or been any help to anyone. You survived.
[ As for the rest, he sighs. Says nothing. The goal should be to cause no suffering at all, but being in this manor and playing this game makes that impossible. Tim pulls his hand free from Koby’s to wrap around his shoulders instead, pulling him into his chest, while his other hand still anxiously rubs at his beads. ]
We’ll survive. And we’ll make things right once it’s over.