but the feral know

the guilt plaguing emily's mind was growing by the second, which was possibly why the next sentence to fall from her captor's lips, the one responding to and mocking her insistence that the ink she already had on her body was certainly enough, felt like it was meant to be some sort of punishment from god for the wreckage she had caused: "ink? north koreans can't afford ink." doyle lowered his voice, a menacing gleam in his otherwise hollow eyes. "no, no. they brand themselves."
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a look into emily's mind during the branding scene in 6.18
trigger warnings apply
also posted on ao3 under the username hopefuldark, and on my instagram, coquetancy