[ For a long moment, Nigredo says nothing. The way his new tail curls in is one part agitation and one part wanting to just... curl up for a while. Sleep, maybe. Perhaps then he'd wake up in a world that makes some real sense. ]
I see. [ But his voice is softer, eyes, too. Grief hits hard. Same for Margulis, whomever he really is, as well, it would seem. ] Take...
Take care of him. Please. When [ if ] you get back. He's my brother...
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I see. [ But his voice is softer, eyes, too. Grief hits hard. Same for Margulis, whomever he really is, as well, it would seem. ] Take...
Take care of him. Please. When [ if ] you get back. He's my brother...