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The touch of the girl was soft, sweet. Her tail found his. The shadow watched her closely when she spoke. It was how he knew that she wasn’t lying to him. Silvertongue did not want them to be apart again. She was happy when they were together.

Crowfeather found himself lost in a sea of thoughts. Most infuriating were the thoughts of the yellow-eyed Imperator. Once, Crowfeather would have said the same words to the older man. He would have told him that he never wanted to be apart from Germanicus. He would have shown the same adoration in his gaze as Silvertongue. Sitting beneath the warm glass blue gaze of the girl, the tripod couldn’t help but wonder if all his pining had been fair to the silver eagle.

Germanicus had not felt the same way. He had made that clear. No amount of adoration or love could have swayed him, Crowfeather realized. Fear overcame the familiar heartache. Could he do to Silvertongue what Germanicus had done to him?

No.

I- I want that, too. To stay together.

Crowfeather would never send her away. He would not ignore her goodness, her love. Even if he did not feel it in return.