[Murkrow attempts to lunge at Moro again, to get some fleeting retribution, to try and peck or slash at her as if that would somehow change the fact that he and his trainer's fates are sealed. Silver yanks him back and hugs him as tightly as he can, ignoring his clawing and squirming in favor of feeling fear sink straight into the pit of his stomach.]
No. [He's not sure if that's really in response to Moro's statement or his inevitable death. Will he come back without the curse when he dies, like Moro did? Will Murkrow return to him? If he doesn't, will he still be waiting at home?
...Home.
That's where he wants to be right now.
Anywhere but here.
Begging on the streets, sheltering himself from harsh freezing winds with nothing but tiny abandonded shacks that invite the cold more than they repel it, the ever looming danger of one day finding himself in a jail cell, in front of his father and being the only one that can stop him.
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No. [He's not sure if that's really in response to Moro's statement or his inevitable death. Will he come back without the curse when he dies, like Moro did? Will Murkrow return to him? If he doesn't, will he still be waiting at home?
...Home.
That's where he wants to be right now.
Anywhere but here.
Begging on the streets, sheltering himself from harsh freezing winds with nothing but tiny abandonded shacks that invite the cold more than they repel it, the ever looming danger of one day finding himself in a jail cell, in front of his father and being the only one that can stop him.
Anywhere.
Not here.]