Fives doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't come out, though his labored breathing makes it clear he's not resting either. Certainly not sleeping.
Before Krell locked him in solitary he'd hardly been alone in his life, even as a cadet they'd often courted disciplinary action to share their sleeping tubes, and since then he's shared massive barracks quarters with anywhere from a dozen to a hundred of his brothers. Being cut off like this, alone and abandoned and disgraced, is more than he thinks he can bear. At least before he'd expected it to be short-lived, even if the end he'd expected had been his death, but now it appears he's meant to go on like this endlessly, existing for the pleasure of the monster he's been threatened with his entire short life, and the only defiance he seems able to offer is to refuse to cooperate in any way.
He's dehydrated enough he doesn't have to piss, and he's been fed little enough the last few weeks, and even that just their standard field rations that they process nearly one hundred percent without waste, so he doesn't have to deal with the added humiliation of soiling himself as he simply lies there, refusing to engage. Refusing to eat or drink or do anything to help prolong his existence. Maybe he can't hurt himself, but he won't do anything to sustain his life either.
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Before Krell locked him in solitary he'd hardly been alone in his life, even as a cadet they'd often courted disciplinary action to share their sleeping tubes, and since then he's shared massive barracks quarters with anywhere from a dozen to a hundred of his brothers. Being cut off like this, alone and abandoned and disgraced, is more than he thinks he can bear. At least before he'd expected it to be short-lived, even if the end he'd expected had been his death, but now it appears he's meant to go on like this endlessly, existing for the pleasure of the monster he's been threatened with his entire short life, and the only defiance he seems able to offer is to refuse to cooperate in any way.
He's dehydrated enough he doesn't have to piss, and he's been fed little enough the last few weeks, and even that just their standard field rations that they process nearly one hundred percent without waste, so he doesn't have to deal with the added humiliation of soiling himself as he simply lies there, refusing to engage. Refusing to eat or drink or do anything to help prolong his existence. Maybe he can't hurt himself, but he won't do anything to sustain his life either.