He felt selfish, for once, because he knew that even if his love was not matched to Nephthys', he still felt dread at the thought of her loving someone else. Of her forgetting him. Hell, even if all of this was over, he still felt there would be a rift between them. He was going to lose his best friend.

To know love is to know fear, was it, really? There was a strange static in his ears, the skin beneath his fur burning hot. His eyes searched for the older woman's, seeking comfort and recognition. The stranger's words as if described how he felt right now. Bhaskar felt like a literal hole was opening in his heart, one that he couldn't close no matter how hard he tried.

No, his love for Nephthys cannot be compared to any other love.

Right now he was truly in a dark place. As if a storm had torn through his soul and left it in shambles. He missed her laugh, her snarky remarks, and her playful character. The depth of her amethyst eyes and the richness of her red fur. It pained him when he wasn't around her. It was like a part of him had been ripped apart and he couldn't function properly without it.

His other half.

He felt @Devil May Cry scoot closer, her comforting touch bringing him back to reality. "I am scarred by what I have abandoned. Who I left behind without warning or explanation." "I-" his gaze was filled with disbelief, one directed towards a very important realization. She is mine. She is my ruby. And he was going to protect his treasure. Suddenly, the peach lion stood up, as if his fire was lit up. Confidence radiated from his pose and intent flashed across his mottled features. "I need to go." He said, peering down at the stranger, who had helped him more than she could even imagine. "Thank you. Thank you." He said as he stepped back, then turned around and ran.

I will not make the same mistake.

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i went to a sermon it made me livid... they called me a lamb to be protected by the Lord they're fools i am no lamb i am THE BEAST THAT EATS THEM and i see no Lord among you

    Then it was done. In a rush of air the male was on his feet and gone. She had pulled her paws away and lept backward just as his form disappeared into the darkness. Too slow, should he have taken to attack. Her heart pounded in her ears, teeth bared at the shadow left behind by the male. The suddenness of his movement had brought back the fear, the terror, the pain. Yet nothing... nothing had happened. Despite every misgiving she had, no wound nor ill-word had been lain upon her. She was left alone in that chamber with nothing but her own shivering body.
    Let it be that way. Let it be hopeful that, by helping him, she had helped herself. It was better to think that this was an action, not a consequence. So perhaps she could begin to mend her feelings toward all males by the inaction of this one. After many long moments to gather herself, she rose to her feet--swaying only a little--and made her way from the scene. Yes, let this have been a good thing.

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