[...He's going to die, and there's nothing he can do it.
Murkrow is going to die, and there's still nothing he can do about it.
The aching in his arms becomes distinctly more sharp and painful, and it's something of a miracle that he doesn't cringe long enough to see Murkrow attempt to fly into Moro's face in retaliation. He barely grabs onto one of his livid bird's legs, and Murkrow wastes no time in clawing at Silver's arm with his free talons to try to get free.]
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Murkrow is going to die, and there's still nothing he can do about it.
The aching in his arms becomes distinctly more sharp and painful, and it's something of a miracle that he doesn't cringe long enough to see Murkrow attempt to fly into Moro's face in retaliation. He barely grabs onto one of his livid bird's legs, and Murkrow wastes no time in clawing at Silver's arm with his free talons to try to get free.]
Hey. Stop. [He's scared too. Don't do this.]