[Crow responds, albeit distantly, and looks at him with those terrified eyes, and the negativity immediately kicks in.
He's afraid of you. And he should be. How can you pretend to be so worried about him when you hurt him yourself? When you can't promise you won't be the one to take him out in this life?
But even louder than those fears, there's a relief. Crow responded, he's okay.
Whatever higher power there is – God, Goddess, he doesn't know which life's deity he should even consult anymore – he's thankful.]
Yeah, it's me. Are you okay? What are you even doing here?
[He's checking over what of Crow he can see while he peppers him with questions. He doesn't see any obvious injuries...]
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He's afraid of you. And he should be. How can you pretend to be so worried about him when you hurt him yourself? When you can't promise you won't be the one to take him out in this life?
But even louder than those fears, there's a relief. Crow responded, he's okay.
Whatever higher power there is – God, Goddess, he doesn't know which life's deity he should even consult anymore – he's thankful.]
Yeah, it's me. Are you okay? What are you even doing here?
[He's checking over what of Crow he can see while he peppers him with questions. He doesn't see any obvious injuries...]