Sympathy was something he could offer Rio but understanding was lost to him. Never had he been taken advantage of in such a way as she had. He could only guess at the feelings of powerlessness and self-disgust. Not only that but he was a male. Their minds worked completely different. What might have wounded Rio incredibly could have an unpredictable effect on the obsidian leader. That any type of shame was worth trading for the guilt he knew was hard to understand. Maybe she just didn’t understand, like he couldn’t for her, because she had never taken life from another. Maybe they wouldn’t understand each other’s feelings entirely. If they were lucky.
The Rio’s bird stirred and drew her attention finally away from their conversation. Jaden had no idea how to read birds or speak low speech so they always a peered to be high maintenance and troublesome. But if some preferred that like Rio and his dearest friend then that was their deal. He was fine taking care of his pack and himself. Animals would just complicate things. Well, It was nice to see you again, he replied, and yes. I will come visit sometime soon. Goodbye Rio. He smiled and parted ways with her, ready to embrace the borders of home.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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