e : the mutiny / t : couple days post mutiny / l : empty armoury / p : open
they’ve been separated, jules taken to some other location where there’s less of a threat of the two of them conspiring some impossible way out of this locked room and into freeing malachy - into reversing the stupidity that has occured here.
the party has apparently long since returned, and it’s only because he knows how painful a gunshot wound can be that he hasn’t done anything when they enter to give him food or take him to the bathroom.
the lethargy has set in by now, some added helplessness ontop of every bit of exhaustion and fear that the whole ship is surrounded in. vladya and phillipa - that’s all he knows. that somethign went wrong and something went right. he is tired - tired of not knowing, tired of not being able to do anything, tired of being stuck in this room, on this ship, in the middle nowhere.
still, when footsteps are heard from outside the door, he gets up to his feet, steps forward to look out the bars at the top that most men cannot reach. ‘ who’s there? ‘
