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"So you've lost yourself again have you?" He sounds tired, unsurprised, but worried.
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"You know why wild animals don't do well in captivity? Because it is detrimental to deny the needs of a living thing even if they are messy and chaotic. Mistreatment, can come from those who are the most well meaning."
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"It is really easy to see your own needs being unmet. How can you be so calm about being contained?"
A pause.
"There isn't much to be said for intent in this instance. You know intent, and it isn't making you pleased to take things as they come. You want to feel the sky burn on your back and grass scratch at your limbs. Hot burning lungs and cold and populated waters. Cuts and bruises and starvation. Highs and lows in their most pure forms."
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"It isn't enough to be fed, to be held, to be warm. What comes from comfort is to flee from fear and obsticle." There is something odd here. "You insist there isn't time, but what there isn't is a sense of accomplishment. Nothing feels like it is a forward movement from the last place you stood. You are merely in another place."
"...Don't think there is much else to it. Just accept your needs. Embrace your fear and face it with all you can. Live with your throat exposed, protect yourself but don't deny the trials."
"Take what is yours already."
[[.....x2]]He steps away from you, and you feel both confused and relieved. Something is off still. There is still a choice to be made. Must it be so binary though? Perhaps not...
Pacing back to the edge of the room something guides you to the cold and wet outline of the door. It feels... like maybe it was placed here haphazardly. Perhaps there was a way out. Maybe not.
Good and bad, either would be better than this blandness that had sat in your soul for what felt like eons. There had to be something better than this. There had to be something else.
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