Hank looked like he tried to fight out of fear, though he was too weak to move. He just kept leaning on the post, even though he was untied it was the only thing keeping him standing.

He pulled up enough strength to start talking, weakly but he started. "Did she see it? Did she see her father get put through this?" His eyes would be closed as he rest on the pole. Tears would still be on his face. He would winch every time contact was made with his wounds...They hurt, the whippings never felt so deep. He just hoped Murphy hadn't seen any of this, Hank did what ever he could to try and hide the new world from her. He hated the idea of her getting used to it.