I don't think you're stupid. [Quietly, head tilted to one side, watching the cracks thoughtfully. Is it just him, or have they slowed? Perhaps. Maybe.]

Flogged, usually. It was a pirate ship. They're big on floggings. [Koby says it very matter-of-fact, almost carelessly, but there's a flicker of the way he actually feels on his face -- haunted, hollow, wounded.] Or no meals or sleep or something like that, if there wasn't time for proper punishment.

Eventually I learned to...not feel anything, until I was alone. Where nobody could see. I've gotten worse at that, lately.