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She listened carefully as he responded. It made sense that she could hear the note of pain behind the words, but it still surprised her. If she was looking for any confirmation that this was necessary she supposed that was it. It didn't bother her still. Fennec hadn't gone into this hoping he'd change his mind and suddenly replace what was missing with her. She knew better than most how long that shit took to rewire - and she still wasn't whole herself.

She disagreed entirely with what he said first, but at least he agreed in the end. Fennec stayed where she was for a moment, toying idly with the feathers on the half-eaten bird.

Love isn't something you get to just choose to start or choose to stop. You don't get any more control over the when than you do the who. We knew that, and agreed on it, when we started this. That isn't something I expect. She didn't know if she'd even trust it if he said it. Certainly not now, maybe not ever. It wouldn't be fair to either of us if she offered you that and you turned it aside for something like this. Any commitment we have only lasts as long as we both want it. Otherwise I'd rather end it now.

She didn't think he fully understood. She didn't want another man bound by his word and nothing else - she wanted honesty. I wouldn't agree to stay in anything I didn't want. I just want the same consideration. She was tired, and the feeling stretched beyond physically. His vows meant nothing to her if she thought he'd stand behind them despite not meaning them. She wondered why it was so many wolves seemed keen on doing just that, as if it wasn't worse to pretend you cared just to protect your own selfish sense of honor.