[Even if it weren't for Fubuki's personal dislike, Shun had warned him about not treating the vultures as pets.]
You have to be careful. Alright?
[...No matter what Shun says, he finds it's easier for him to regard them collectively as an enemy. As he steps to face them, that feeling settles over him—slightly uncomfortable, slightly off, slightly tenuous, slightly not like himself, but like a pattern that's carved deeply inside, ultimately still him. Even with the survival conditions changed, his goal is still the defeat of his enemy. Toss the meat, wait a moment to make sure nothing's gone wrong. Section out some for Shoulderbird. A challenge of this level is nothing.]
[That done, when he turns and walks away, a bubble of panic bursts inside him, fear he won't be able to come back. But a ragged breath, and he's...himself. Holding a hand to his brow, for some reason.]
i apologize in advance :I
[Even if it weren't for Fubuki's personal dislike, Shun had warned him about not treating the vultures as pets.]
You have to be careful. Alright?
[...No matter what Shun says, he finds it's easier for him to regard them collectively as an enemy. As he steps to face them, that feeling settles over him—slightly uncomfortable, slightly off, slightly tenuous, slightly not like himself, but like a pattern that's carved deeply inside, ultimately still him. Even with the survival conditions changed, his goal is still the defeat of his enemy. Toss the meat, wait a moment to make sure nothing's gone wrong. Section out some for Shoulderbird. A challenge of this level is nothing.]
[That done, when he turns and walks away, a bubble of panic bursts inside him, fear he won't be able to come back. But a ragged breath, and he's...himself. Holding a hand to his brow, for some reason.]
[He straightens.] ...Shun?