[Clara manages to turn her head to see...a very young man standing up for her. Maker, he looks so young. What is wrong with this place, this not!Fade, that it would drag someone so young into this mess? It's enough to make her angry, even before the demons whip him in retaliation.]

Hey, assholes! If you're going to whip anyone, try picking on someone your own size!

[Which, of course, the demons take as an open invitation; they crack the whip against her back once more, and it's enough now that she winces. Still, she remains standing, which is something.

She offers her right hand to help him up, offering him what she hopes is a reassuring smile.]

You would also think that they would realize that if they spent less time whipping people, the more work we could accomplish. But what do I know?

Thank you for speaking out. I appreciate what you tried to do.