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don't worry about it <3
Tranquillity swept into his mind as they moved from concrete to soft forest. It was not an uncomfortable silence that surrounded them as they made their way. Conor thought it was a good friendship that had bloomed between the two. He had never had many friends when he was younger, and discovering new comradeships always left a good aftertaste. He had done his best to patch up those who had been in war. He had not liked it when he had discovered that Vark had been one of those that had collided with the clan. They had not gotten proper burials. The male regretted that. He did not want to turn and look back at that. Forward, always look forward. Then Vark said something that caused Conor’s pace to halter and eventually stop.
Golden audits took in his friend’s words and thoughts. He recognized the anger that the other spoke of; the anger and grief. He was able to sympathise with that because he had once been there. The leader had managed to get out of it while still very young. Vark’s issues were more dangerous. Lavender orbs met the bright green orbs of the other, but he said nothing as the Gradiuerter continued. When the conclusion was released into the air though, warm hued ears fled to rest against his skull. This did not come as a shock to him—not exactly, but these were horrifying news no matter how he looked at it. ”Truly?” he spoke, settling on his haunches and letting air flow in and out through his lungs.
Killing was a natural part of life of course. It was a carnivore’s life, but to kill other canines and enjoy it? Conor had never done such a thing and knew he was unable to understand what Vark had gone through, but it was not right. ”Do you enjoy taking canine lives?” he wondered quietly, seeking to hear his answer and get it confirmed once more. His stomach felt cold. ”Do you still hate as you did?” he wondered then, allowing lilac eyes to fall from his friend’s form to let the male think about the answer.