[Koltira shakes his head, reaching to take the dragonhawk back.]
Enough.
[Koltira felt the same impulses as she did, thought the same kind of thoughts. That anxiety ran through him, too; he had pressed his nail to the toy's belly, after all. Some part of him wants to sully this place; to reduce it to so much rubble and dust. But to resist those desires was to defy their former captor, to enforce their own identity. It's an active choice, and not one Koltira always makes correctly, either. It's a fight--even for the small things.
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Enough.
[Koltira felt the same impulses as she did, thought the same kind of thoughts. That anxiety ran through him, too; he had pressed his nail to the toy's belly, after all. Some part of him wants to sully this place; to reduce it to so much rubble and dust. But to resist those desires was to defy their former captor, to enforce their own identity. It's an active choice, and not one Koltira always makes correctly, either. It's a fight--even for the small things.
He reaches to take the dragonhawk back.]