Bluntly speaking the boy was dumbstruck. If he had been Cambria he would have said that it was okay, but she was a girl and therefore an entirely different species that he absolutely did not understand. To see those sea foam eyes fill up with liquid made the boy want to weep as well. That was what had allowed him to survive all this time. When he was sad and upset (which in the past had been too often) he had been able to cry all those salty tears and eventually reach a form of catharsis. It felt good to cry, but people only cried when they were sad. This meant Cambria was sad, and if not flowers and regretful words could fix her hurt feelings, then what could? He had never truly meant to be horrible to her and tell her that she was not pretty, and did not really understand why it had to be hard. It was not as if the golden puppy had allowed the girl enough time to grasp the intention behind his visit today, but Conor was a child himself and oblivious of a lot of things. He had expected her to turn into a great smile instantly. It had not happened. His plan had failed.
A pathetic whimper sounded from the sorry little boy, although her flattened ears were slowly starting to twist loose from her skull by the time he returned his sorry, lilac stare to her. It had been so very easy to just say no, but making amends took so much longer. Was it like this always? Something similar had been with Catalyst as well, but it had been rather different. He could only be relieved that Cat was as understanding as she was. He had confessed his flaws and why he had said those ugly words to her, and she had accepted that. Would Cambria too be able to do the same if she just got some time to understand and think about it? The boy held his breath, wondering how this all would end. It was uncomfortable to stand here and look into her tear wet eyes. It made his guilt multiply forever, and he was not sure how long he could take it before the old whiny Conor returned. Yes, the boy was afraid that he too had a bad side just like his father, and it was that side that had hurt the two girl puppies.
When the request for additional confirmation came, Conor could not confirm this quickly enough. His tail went into its own little frenzy while his head nodded as if the quest was to throw it off. ”Yes!” the child announced hurriedly. ”Yes, I meant that you were only pretty.” Perhaps this was the keyword. ”You are the prettiest girl I has ever seen in my lives.” He proudly confessed, although Catalyst’s tear wet doll face haunted his mind as the most beautiful thing. His mind fled for merely a moment to that white puppy, wondering why the world seemed to explode into colours whenever she floated around in his head.