_{[He ceases his attempts to pet Guttle and just puts his hands on the floor, awkwardly patting it like he often does when he's anxious or thinking.]}

But-- if you hadn't tried to run, she wouldn't have done that to you!

You know what she always told us, that it was for our own good!

_{[Remembering bits of her human life... he kind of wonders what that's like. He doesn't have any of those whatsoever, outside of a dark and fleeting one of somewhere warm and safe. One that lasts only the blink of an eye.]}