Had it truly been only two days since he had entered this building? Wufei felt wearily surprised by the realization. It felt like much longer. Underground, indeed; his little cell had exactly two sources of illumination, the torch set into the bracket in the corridor outside, and the feeble sunlight that trickled down a ventilation shaft from high above. Much too narrow a shaft for him to wriggle through, even if the chain on his wrist, attached solidly to the wall, had allowed him more than two or three feet of turning room. Still, he supposed he should be grateful at least for the breath of fresh air and sunlight that made its way down the shaft. There certainly didn’t seem much else to be grateful for. With a tired sigh, Wufei shifted on the worn padding of the bench, sitting with his legs folded on the bench beside him and his wrists resting on his knees. He’d finished with being angry, and bitter, the the first few hours of his incarceration; by the end of the first night, he was done with being frightened. Now he was resigned, and sought only to go to his death with all the dignity he could muster. His ‘trial’ had been this morning, so the guards had told him. Wufei decided he was just as grateful he’d been spared having to actually go through with the mockery of justice that such a caricature of a trial would have been. Still, it would have been nice to see the outside world again. Of course, he’d get to see it again this afternoon. Briefly. Hangings were done in public, so he’d learned, and were considered to be great entertainment by the cityfolk. Disgusting, but it seemed to fit in with the way things were done here in the west. Justice was a farce, and death was an show. All play-acting, here, and no substance to it at all. He could not help but wonder if Duo would be there... But of course, Duo was gone. He was trying -- very hard -- not to think about Duo. There had never really been any option of Duo forsaking the law, and fleeing with him into exile. The bounty hunters would have followed them anywhere they could run -- and it would have meant the end of Duo’s livelihood, and most likely his life. Still --
Re: THE DRAGON AS AN OBJECT OF PREY (cont.)
Date: 2006-02-21 10:13 am (UTC)Had it truly been only two days since he had entered this building? Wufei felt wearily surprised by the realization. It felt like much longer. Underground, indeed; his little cell had exactly two sources of illumination, the torch set into the bracket in the corridor outside, and the feeble sunlight that trickled down a ventilation shaft from high above. Much too narrow a shaft for him to wriggle through, even if the chain on his wrist, attached solidly to the wall, had allowed him more than two or three feet of turning room. Still, he supposed he should be grateful at least for the breath of fresh air and sunlight that made its way down the shaft. There certainly didn’t seem much else to be grateful for.
With a tired sigh, Wufei shifted on the worn padding of the bench, sitting with his legs folded on the bench beside him and his wrists resting on his knees. He’d finished with being angry, and bitter, the the first few hours of his incarceration; by the end of the first night, he was done with being frightened. Now he was resigned, and sought only to go to his death with all the dignity he could muster.
His ‘trial’ had been this morning, so the guards had told him. Wufei decided he was just as grateful he’d been spared having to actually go through with the mockery of justice that such a caricature of a trial would have been. Still, it would have been nice to see the outside world again.
Of course, he’d get to see it again this afternoon. Briefly. Hangings were done in public, so he’d learned, and were considered to be great entertainment by the cityfolk. Disgusting, but it seemed to fit in with the way things were done here in the west. Justice was a farce, and death was an show. All play-acting, here, and no substance to it at all. He could not help but wonder if Duo would be there...
But of course, Duo was gone.
He was trying -- very hard -- not to think about Duo. There had never really been any option of Duo forsaking the law, and fleeing with him into exile. The bounty hunters would have followed them anywhere they could run -- and it would have meant the end of Duo’s livelihood, and most likely his life.
Still --