He’s spent almost forty years of his life narrowly escaping starvation, enslavement, imprisonment, the chopping block, and that fuck-ass cross that claimed his great-grandfather. That little iron disc with his vague description and the enslaver’s logo is the heaviest weight he can bare.
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Page 53 panel 1
(Int., Bradley and Lysander’s room. Sancho is still out hard in the bed, Lysander is mucking with his sling, Bradley’s lying down on the cot and looks toward the sound of Bea coming in, back in her usual form with the clothes and collars. Still wearing Lysander’s clothes)
Bea: Done. Someone wake him up.
Panel 2
Lysander: (motioning to a stain on the wall with broken glass around it) We tried.
Panel 3
(Half panel, Bea grabs Sancho by the leg. second half, she pulls him into the floor)
Panel 4
(Sancho sitting up groggily, rubbing the back of his head)
Sancho: Fuck sake, Beatrix! D’ye aftae–
Panel 5
(A plain tunic and an iron collar with writing on it is dropped onto his lap)
Bea: (off camera) Put these on.
Panel 6
(Kicks it away)
Sancho: Get that shite awa frae me!
Bea: Put it on.
Panel 7
Sancho: Ah said Ah widnae ‘ave any fookin’ Roman put any fookin’ collar on me an’ Ah fooking meant it, Beatrix!
Panel 8
(Bea kneeling in front of him, gently putting the collar over his head)
Bea: I know. I know how much this hurts. But he’s not putting it on you. I am. I love you and I won’t let anyone hurt you. I swear it.
