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Eljay's ears folded back against his skull when his father spoke, feeling bad for not going hunting and for 'patrolling' horribly. He had kind of hoped that they would be able to just sit here until daddy'd eventually go away so that he could cry alone and just... Sit here and wait some more. Daddy didn't seem to fully understand, but Eljay knew that he should have watched Lucy better, and he shouldn't have let mommy go away. And a part of him felt that daddy shouldn't have let mommy go away, either, that he should've been firmer with her. Daddy was never really firm. Eljay liked that about daddy, because he was soft and always nice and encouraging. But it also made him feel worse for not being the child they wanted him to be, and it made him feel disappointed that daddy hadn't stopped mommy from leaving them behind.

Which way to go... "It doesn't really matter," he murmured, and he got to his feet, waiting awkwardly for daddy to decide the way. His stomach made a churning sound as he got up, because he was hungry, too. But he hadn't done anything useful, so he didn't think he should eat something right now. They would just patrol, first. Then maybe he would eat something... Or maybe not.