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fear itself.

arcturus ruminated over this answer, pouring over the more philosophical bent of wraen's answer. she was right, in a way -- for fear had a way of detracting from the good in a situation. if he was so afraid of losing her, he would never truly enjoy the present. every day was a gift, whether or not he knew it -- their days together were certainly numbered. if he spent every waking moment fretting over the what-ifs, he would never know the peace of simply being alongside wraen.

deep thoughts. existential, troubling thoughts. arcturus did not open this door often, and he found himself mentally ready to slam its creeping hinges shut almost immediately. it prompted thoughts of mortal fear and creeping, existential dread -- neither of which he was capable of addressing wholly.

"fear might not be totally pointless. it's is how we survive," arcturus commented dryly. "if the doe did not live in fear, she would not know to graze in fields while the wolves sleep. her little fawns would not know to remain perfectly still while predators were near. fear keeps us alert. it keeps us awake, and alive." it was necessary, even if it was warped.