[closed] save me

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict, people with clearance to see him
WHAT: Benedict is in baby jail resulting from some poor decision-making.
WHEN: the days following this
WHERE: BABY JAIL (the Gallows dungeon, solitary confinement)
NOTES: It might get dark? There will likely be talk of abuse. Also, only certain people will be allowed to see him, so please PM me if you want to get in on it!

The attitude is more difficult to maintain when no one's around, and it didn't take Benedict very long to cave. Between the magebane, the darkness, and the quiet, he's been an emotional wreck; he has outright refused to eat the rations slid to him through the slot in the door and would shout at the guard who put them there, a barrage of desperate pleas and empty threats.

As despair has settled in, Benedict has gone quieter, ending his hunger strike by picking at the tray even if he never finishes it, weeping often and becoming increasingly convinced that he's going mad.
Someone like him was never prepared for the likes of this.

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[judgemewhole]

The other Templar, per James's investigation, had only bruised the young man after he had flung his spell wildly and struck Lieutenant Coupe with it.

However, that desperate edge did not fall on deaf ears. James's hand stopped, and he half-turned to the young man. He lifted his chin, slightly, before exhaling slowly.

"... there is a man coming to see you, per the request of several ranking members of the Inquisition. You'll be sent some food, and more water, so I would conserve your strength. He'll be here soon to speak with you about all this." He sighed, softly. "...Would you like a healer for your wounds, before then?"

[altusimperius]

Benedict grits his teeth, feeling frustration build in him and have nowhere to go. Between the magebane and the shackles, he has no hope of casting a spell anytime soon, and he's never been very physically strong, which means he just has to take the man's word for it.
But... he won't, not entirely. "No," he says quickly, drawing back. The softening of demeanor, after all this, can only be another trick. He won't fall for it.

[judgemewhole]

Norrington mentally sighed, gave a curt nod and knocked on the door again. "Well. Then. I shall be back later to check on you."

And make sure you haven't turned into a raving lunatic.