Cora knows her aunt thinks she’s a heathen, but she does feel bad for Jesus, who had to suffer in front of so many people. The worst part probably wasn’t bones splintering to make way for nails, or the constant tugging from his own body weight, or the hunger or thirst or hot sun over Palestine. It was probably having all his pain forced to the outside, the clean cage of his skin torn open and agony bleeding out, so many eyes and no way to hide from them.
