[There’s a strange note to his voice then, because he knew this feeling as well: the creeping satisfaction of working out his frustrations with pain. He’d done this in life, too, harmed others to feel in control when he’d been made to feel helpless.
Perhaps this wasn’t the wisest vice to have in a land of atonement, hurting others to feel better about his own scars. But Ianchus was in front of him, willing and accepting, and they wouldn’t be allowed to leave until one of them was properly punished.
And there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to volunteer to be whipped himself.]
CW: alcohol abuse
[There’s a strange note to his voice then, because he knew this feeling as well: the creeping satisfaction of working out his frustrations with pain. He’d done this in life, too, harmed others to feel in control when he’d been made to feel helpless.
Perhaps this wasn’t the wisest vice to have in a land of atonement, hurting others to feel better about his own scars. But Ianchus was in front of him, willing and accepting, and they wouldn’t be allowed to leave until one of them was properly punished.
And there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to volunteer to be whipped himself.]
Kneel on the floor.