[CONTENTID2]It Can Never Be You - Torture[/CONTENTID2]

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Things had gone on for a week or two in this manner. Joon was certain he wouldn’t be alive anymore if it weren’t for the overly friendly guard. He wasn’t sure if he was happy or disappointed, or somewhere inbetween, over his lack of dying. But Thunder did make for nice conversation. Learning about this strange new culture was odd, and some parts were too foreign for him to even comprehend. Like little class separation, divorce, and feminism,

“So you’re saying a woman can have a position in Court?” Joon asked incredulously over his bowl of soft fluffy rice. He no longer felt the desire to devour the food before him, now that he was being properly fed. He doubted he would ever consume as much as he once did, not with this constant twisting in his belly he knew was heartache and guilt in equal parts. He knew this feeling from when he was a child, having lost a very important book for his family, and blaming it on his older brother. As the baby of the family, with the innocent face, everyone had believed him until two weeks later he’d fairly exploded into tears and wails. He’d felt then just as he felt now, only magnified by several thousand times. Eaten by guilt. 

“Of course. Why are women so different than us? Without them we would not exist, we’d die out,” Thunder munched on his own bowl of rice, sitting next to his cell bars. He got closer every day. Joon wondered when the boy would get around to opening the cell and just letting them chat freely. It wasn’t as though he was going anywhere, he had a whole camp of people just waiting for any sign of trouble.

“But they’re weaker – doesn’t the stress of Court fatigue them? Are there not a decrease in childbirths and an increase in deaths?” Joon protested,

“You’re country is just weird if they’ve really convinced themselves of that. No. Of course not. My sister was carrying her first child and managed to make some very convincing cases for accused thieves. She kept them from jail,” Thunder snorted from some long past memory and Joon shrugged, knowing by now his country was backwards, and feeling little distress over the fact.

“Back home we just chopped off their hands whether they did it or not…,” he hesitated before bringing up the next subject, “Next thing you’ll be telling me is relationships between two men or two women are condoned,” he tried to play it off lightly, but could not deny he was curious. Thunder’s head shot up, pieces of rice stuck about his mouth, eyes wide.

“Ugh *cough