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It was strange how small and fragile Cercelee seemed now. She was always so much larger-than-life, with her alpha authority, or her brassy mischief. She was always in charge. Moments of weakness made her seem... real. Slay exhaled in a huff, her biting cynicism harsh to his ears. He should have expected such bitterness, and indeed felt the same disappointment and frustration himself, but he so often put her on a pedestal in his mind... the severity of her self-loathing was unexpected. He couldn't redirect his resentment towards Firefly, though, not after going through the same thing she did. "Well, all three of you women weren't expecting to have pups. And you all stepped up to the challenge. And personally, I think you did the best out of everyone, Cer... and you know, you can have a second chance," he added in a murmur, ears falling back nervously. Would she catch his drift? Not likely, with the way he was rambling. Or maybe she'd get angry at him, because she wouldn't want "replacements". Or because he might make a nice friend, but he was far from a genetic gold mine, and she had never considered having his ugly sleepy pups. He couldn't blame her. He was basically a freak of nature, thanks to incestuous roots. What would happen to their poor offspring?
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