#pessimistic-dj

What an interesting turn of events. The monk was usually kept in a seeperate quadrant of the prison area as most others, most probably a precaution from him having an influence on anyone locked up here. 

And yet when he awoke, he could hear a faint noise of sobbing. Perhaps it was an error in the system...although he couldn’t be sure. Either way, it was a chance he won’t slip by him. Maybe a small conversation would be nice.

So the monk slipped over to the wall before placing himself into a meditative position, hopefully covering up the fact that was going to whisper to the prisoner on the other side of the wall. Hopefully the familiar source of the odd noises could still hear him. 

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📢 - having just been in a fight & is now dizzy, ears ringing 

They had dragged him into the room, laughing and jeering, intent on dealing unofficial punishment. They had forced him to kneel in the middle of it. This was not new, and it never would be. They had struck him, taunted him, asked why he didn’t fight back.

One had cracked a punch across his temple, and he’d cursed.

“C’mon, rat. Put up a fight.”

A kick to the stomach had sent him crashing to the floor.

With vicious grins crossing their lips, the men had advanced on him, sending another kick into his body, and another, and another. He had let out grunts of pain with every strike, only giving them the satisfaction of a scream when he felt his ribs buckle within him.

“Heh. Pathetic.”

They had left, the door flung wide. An example to the others.

He knew the “trusted” prisoners would be out by now. He didn’t expect Lúcio to appear at the door.

With the last of his breath, he called out to him, amber eyes dull with pain. The ringing in his ears muffled the sound.