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There is no hope for a boy like you, he thought.

The more information that Germanicus shared on the life and duty of a soldier, the more doubtful Crowfeather had grown. He knew that it was unlikely he would ever be as dutiful and strong as the man across from him.

Crowfeather also knew that he did not wish to see Germanicus leave.

If it was a soldier that the guardian needed, it would be a soldier that Crowfeather would become.

Not at all tired, the boy looked one last time toward the male and rested his head on his paws with eyes closed. Sleep did not find him for several hours.