Luneshale Pass salgado

He has learned to stop flinching. There is no excitement in the aggression this time, not for him. He struggles to find his pleasure in Soto's pain.

No, He responds, a soft laugh in his tone. Pero no es mi elección. He will never enjoy work, but there is a growing understanding that his mind is no longer his own. He is not the noble prince sitting high above anymore, if he is provided an order he will not disobey despite his complaints.

He stares down at the plants as the pass by. He will never fully understand the little things.