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Too close — and suddenly he can think of little else. The scent of Taikon, the feel of his warmth; it fills Zephyr's head and spills over, smothering him, drowning out all else for a moment. His breathing feels shaky now, but he's barely aware of it. What does that mean? He wants to demand, and why can't you be alone with your leader?
I'll go alone, then, He hears himself saying instead, a little breathy, lacking conviction. Then, again, more firmly: I can make it by myself. I have before. He wishes Taikon would touch him again. He wishes Taikon would choose him, just this once.