i wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty
A solid breath unfurled from his lungs again; and though he wouldn’t give voice to it, it likely stemmed from relief. “Thank you,” followed on a softer murmur and half smile, content in lingering upon those circumstances and choices, before the changes and alterations in subjects. That was enough.
The uncertainty in all the other shifts, including leaving loved ones behind, had already struck its cord with him in rings of familiarity and brutality; eyes flickering over her face, mind churning through his own predilections. If he’d been abandoned again, and left to presume someone cherished was dead and gone, would he want to hear from them? Would he want to know they were safe from harm, even after before pulled away, discarded and tossed aside? His jaw clenched, a shrug unwinding from his shoulders before they threatened to stiffen. “I do not think there is an easy answer for the situation.” He swallowed, struggling to remove the feathering of his jaw, head tilting vaguely to break apart the taut synapses. “Do what you are comfortable with.” If that was nothing, if that was something – given time and space, pragmatics, and survival.
After a moment, he rummaged back through his bag, pulling out another satchel of treats – considering she could taste and eat them now, handing over the portions of her once favored indulgences. “For you.”
The uncertainty in all the other shifts, including leaving loved ones behind, had already struck its cord with him in rings of familiarity and brutality; eyes flickering over her face, mind churning through his own predilections. If he’d been abandoned again, and left to presume someone cherished was dead and gone, would he want to hear from them? Would he want to know they were safe from harm, even after before pulled away, discarded and tossed aside? His jaw clenched, a shrug unwinding from his shoulders before they threatened to stiffen. “I do not think there is an easy answer for the situation.” He swallowed, struggling to remove the feathering of his jaw, head tilting vaguely to break apart the taut synapses. “Do what you are comfortable with.” If that was nothing, if that was something – given time and space, pragmatics, and survival.
After a moment, he rummaged back through his bag, pulling out another satchel of treats – considering she could taste and eat them now, handing over the portions of her once favored indulgences. “For you.”
or your stubbornness?
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