Blackfeather Woods sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood

He sighs softly, and starts to interrupt. It's not up for — But he doesn't get that far before Taikon starts to pry. He flinches, reacting more to the memories that the question digs up than anything. I — His voice breaks, and he swallows. I can't answer that. But he needs to set an ultimatum, doesn't he? He can't let this spin out of his control — not when it's his burden to bear, his wounds to suffer. Either you and I go, or I'll go alone. I can't — Another swallow, throat tense and losing its willingness to cooperate. I just need this to be the way I want it. Just this one thing.