The sun beat down in an unforgiving way. It'd been much, much hotter in the past week than Kit remembered it being in the last fifty years. Acres of forest had been lost to the war, and the grass in the area had long been trampled down in the wake of the many long weeks that the army had spent in camp. Without the flora to buffer the ground, the heat bounced back relentlessly off of the packed dirt underfoot, making it seem much hotter than it was.<br/><br/>Kit's tongue flitted out to try and wet his uncomfortably dry lips to little avail. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had water; the last time his captors had deigned him important enough to keep alive. It'd been some days, certainly, but they all seemed to run together at this point. He'd given up on trying to keep track of how long he'd been in the custody of the army, so time just started to bleed into itself. If there was one thing he was sure of, though, it was that the amount of time he'd been dehydrated was not okay.<br/><br/>“Shape up, Kit,” one of the two guards outside of his wooden cage quipped. He couldn't even speak to tell the man to go fuck himself; even breathing hurt his dry, cracked throat. “We're moving out today, they say. Got a long walk ahead of you.”<br/><br/>Shape up? He could barely even stand, let alone walk. But he'd felt that way for however many weeks he'd been in custody, and he'd continue to feel that way until long after he left. Or until the exertion and dehydration killed him.<br/><br/>Hm.<br/><br/>“Are we attacking?” he managed to rasp. It was important that he knew. It was important for a knower to know things. Likewise, it was important to for a Justciar to know what is happening to his people. Though, the term Justiciar may not even apply to him at this point. Even still, he felt that he had to know what was becoming of the people he swore to uphold the word of law for.<br/><br/>The guard, however, saw it differently. “You know I can't tell you that, traitor.”<br/><br/>“Quaint,” he muttered from his seat on the ground, curled up in the corner of his wooden cage, his head resting lazily on one of the pillars. It was going to be a long day.