He didn't want to. Justin didn't want to stand from his spot in the corner of his cell. He wasn't altogether convinced he could do so even if he wanted to. He'd grown accustomed to sitting there, moving only to catch the snippet of food shoved beneath his cell door before the rats got it or to use the restroom. It had been ten days since he had physically seen another living soul. He'd heard murmurs and screams and yelling down the hall, seen guards run down to quiet whoever it was, but he hadn't seen a person face-to-face, kind or otherwise. Yet here he was, another human being on the other side of the spell.
"C'mon now, you ain't th' bloody spider, but you 'ave to come back up the spout. Can't 'ave ya rottin' away in 'ere. Orders up high. We've found yer group."
Justin looked at Sark and let his hands fall apart from the crawling spider motion of the well-known nursery rhyme. Was he telling the truth? Had they found the Syndicate? Were they doing anything about it? Could they go free?
Except they'd never go free. Justin's face fell from the more curious, animalistic look with which he'd regarded Sark. They'd never be free again until they died.
"'fraid that don't mean much for th' likes o' you. You're to get the kiss soon. 'ave no need for ya now." Sark seemed much too pleased with the sob that wracked Justin's body at that.
"Please! Please...you can have me, but let her go!"
Sark laughed even harder at that. "You still living in a fantasy world, boy?" he jeered. "Ain't no one gettin' off this island alive, not with yer crimes. Treason, they was. And criminals must pay. Get up! If yer lucky, yer girlfriend will be there to say g'bye one last time."
Justin swallowed, standing gingerly and staggering toward the cell. He presented his hands before Sark could even ask, and it took much longer than the guard wanted to get to the mess hall. At least, everything Sark said and did on the way suggested as much. But Justin was limping, favoring the leg they had injured which had only grown stiff with lack of use. He fell into the nearest bench, not caring to notice if anyone else was there.