Peter
And I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something unfriendly
Pet was not made for things like this. Wasn’t good with words, wasn’t clever enough to figure out the trick of things unless he’d been given an edge. And yet standing uselessly at the side lines made something ache in him, as he watched friends and ‘family’ both try. And I was possessed by something unfriendly
Maybe he could muster up some of that too.
He hovers too close behind Sam’s shoulder, half ready to help with any hidden mechanism, and half ready to dive down and drag the long lithe coil of Sunjata-as-a-snake back out of the opening. Squirms uselessly in the meantime, waiting for the snap of action, of something happening.
Pet readies himself to either help Sam with the door or drag Sunjata back
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
And that’s how I learned to survive
And that’s how I learned to survive
