Cho Hakkai (
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[002.b. - spam/network]
cw: eye & hand injury, likely some self-destructive thought processes in tags
[open/spam, the infirmary]
Gonou does not fight back when his punishment is given, nor when it is carried out. The Infirmary is busy, the cries of pain from the beds around him disorienting; he gets up, after a few minutes of rest have cleared his head enough that he doesn't think he'll fall, and tries to find his way to a seat away from the beds. He's slow and clumsy, his one good hand held out in front of him to avoid running into anything important. Eventually, he finds a wall, and turns to plant his back against it and sit down there.
He hopes he's out of the way. He'll just -- take a little time to rest, here, and hope that at some point someone will arrive who's able and willing to take him back to his room.
[open/spam, afterwards]
He's been assigned to hard labor at the oars, but even though he heals a little faster in this body than he had in a human one, the stump of a hand takes more than a few days to heal over enough for a prosthetic to be fitted on it. He's spending a fair amount of time in his room, practicing mapping the space, practicing listening. He's trying to keep his fresher socket cleaned and bandaged; he knows the routine, even if it's harder one-handed, and harder still blind.
He goes to meals. His ears flick with paranoid speed when he's in a crowded room, trying to track the multiplicity of sounds around him, trying to feel out the echoes of the space; sometimes he walks into something, and sometimes this means he drops the tray he has to balance in one hand. When he does, grimly determined, he'll drop to his knees and do his best to clean it up.
Once or twice, he's allowed into the yard, but he finds that space even more overwhelming than the mess hall, and lingers very close to the door, keeping his head down.
After the first week, he adds rotations on the oars. Wherever he's seated, quietly, he'll ask the name of the person beside him.
Network, audio, a few days after the mutiny
[Gonou's voice is soft, a little hoarse. He just has one thing to ask:]
Who's still alive?
... Please don't reply in text.
[open/spam, the infirmary]
Gonou does not fight back when his punishment is given, nor when it is carried out. The Infirmary is busy, the cries of pain from the beds around him disorienting; he gets up, after a few minutes of rest have cleared his head enough that he doesn't think he'll fall, and tries to find his way to a seat away from the beds. He's slow and clumsy, his one good hand held out in front of him to avoid running into anything important. Eventually, he finds a wall, and turns to plant his back against it and sit down there.
He hopes he's out of the way. He'll just -- take a little time to rest, here, and hope that at some point someone will arrive who's able and willing to take him back to his room.
[open/spam, afterwards]
He's been assigned to hard labor at the oars, but even though he heals a little faster in this body than he had in a human one, the stump of a hand takes more than a few days to heal over enough for a prosthetic to be fitted on it. He's spending a fair amount of time in his room, practicing mapping the space, practicing listening. He's trying to keep his fresher socket cleaned and bandaged; he knows the routine, even if it's harder one-handed, and harder still blind.
He goes to meals. His ears flick with paranoid speed when he's in a crowded room, trying to track the multiplicity of sounds around him, trying to feel out the echoes of the space; sometimes he walks into something, and sometimes this means he drops the tray he has to balance in one hand. When he does, grimly determined, he'll drop to his knees and do his best to clean it up.
Once or twice, he's allowed into the yard, but he finds that space even more overwhelming than the mess hall, and lingers very close to the door, keeping his head down.
After the first week, he adds rotations on the oars. Wherever he's seated, quietly, he'll ask the name of the person beside him.
Network, audio, a few days after the mutiny
[Gonou's voice is soft, a little hoarse. He just has one thing to ask:]
Who's still alive?
... Please don't reply in text.
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Gonou shakes his head, slightly; moving his head too quickly is disorienting without his eyesight.
"... And not even all the advocates here think that they're justified in any cruelty simply because we've done wrong. But the Judge seems to believe that."
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He sighs.
"That's part of what I mean about this being a poor environment, even for the guards. I think that many of them wouldn't agree that any cruelty is justified, but when the person in charge is suggesting that..."
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"And it's not as if your suffering redeems anything, either, Xie Lian."
He turns his attention back to the food; if he leaves too much on his plate, he'll regret it when he's well enough to be put on the oar shifts. The relentless work had worn on him when he was uninjured.
"I'm sure the guards are as suggestible as anyone else."
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Though not strict on agreeing that the court in question have the right to say when a sentence is finished. Admittedly, Xie Lian also doesn't entirely think the Heavenly Court has that right, but it has just as much, if not more, if he's only comparing it with the Judge.
"Yeah, for better or worse." He sighs, again. "My 'kindest' interpretation is, perhaps, that it's a matter of how the Judge has the power to act. But that leads directly into whether she should have that power."
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"Tell me, do you think she has the Mandate of Heaven?"
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It might be more accurate to say that he can see the 'Mandate of Fate', but 'Heaven' does sound better and the difference can be thin to outside observers.
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He tilts his head in a sketch of a shrug. "Not a direct observation, but I'm comfortable with estimates, myself."
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As a the longest section on his rap sheet can attest to.
“Really, it could just mean that it would be difficult for other, hm, ‘captains’, maybe, to kill her. Which could be a positive if it’s also linked to the ship.” And could possibly be usurped.
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And should calamity and chaos descend, it's a sign she's lost that right.
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"I generally agree there can be hard proof that someone has lost the 'right' to their power, though I think it's rather dangerous, if you look at it from the position of being in power."
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He gestures blindly with his spoon.
"When someone thinks their power can't be challenged, you see what can happen."
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"Although, I suppose, the Authority does stop the ones who do wrong by its standards. By giving us too much freedom, say."
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Admittedly, some of those Advocates were immediately demoted after violent rampages, but that's beside the point.
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"So I suppose they must all have some standard. Here, it's just time and pain."
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His spoon jars against an empty bowl; he sets it down and quickly checks the rest of his tray for other food. There's the cardboard juice carton, which is extremely challenging to open one-handed, but Gonou has developed a workaround; he punches a neat hole through the top with one claw and picks it up to drink.
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