[ ah yes, when someone understands your head bobbing more than just staring at it. bright colors turn warm in return, and some . . . odd sound, whatever it was, comes to match the night fury’s. a good boy. ]
It thought we wouldn’t use friendly fire. It can think. [ fingers take a lock of lex’s hair, fleeting as it was gentle— all burnt up around the edges. ] It tried to copy me to keep Lex from shooting.
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It thought we wouldn’t use friendly fire. It can think. [ fingers take a lock of lex’s hair, fleeting as it was gentle— all burnt up around the edges. ] It tried to copy me to keep Lex from shooting.