don't ask why, don't cry, don't make a scene

[Laruku Tears]

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Surviving did not consist of much. Just enough subsistence to keep you walking and breathing. Just enough shelter to keep the snow off. Just enough warmth to keep the frostbite away. Just enough voice to keep the demons at bay. He could still smell. He could still find his way back to the house. Probably. He could still find water. He could still find carrion, if that was what it came to. He could survive, in theory. Pride was a funny thing, something he rarely bothered with anymore. Finding a hole in rock bottom didn't leave a person with much to be proud of, and yet, the hybrid was ever resistant to the idea that he had to stay there, that he had to be taken care of and provided for. Or perhaps it was just that he thought no one should have to bother, and that he didn't deserve that kind of attention.



Laruku could not see Ahren's face, but he could imagine it, it with all its little shifts in expression. I guess you're right, he said quietly. How's Jasper?

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