Sun Mote Copse Break out of captivity

Fig frowned as Fennec continued, claiming he didn't understand and speaking of hypotheticals that he simply couldn't imagine ever happening. His takeaway from the event was opposite from hers. While it had opened her eyes to the probability that it could happen to her again, it had (ironically) blinded Fig to that possibility. It was impossible that she would be on her own again. Figment wouldn't let that happen, ever.

But, then she flipped the tables on him. What if she wanted to leave? Fig blinked at her, uncertain of what she meant and anxious now that she meant what he feared. She didn't want him around. He had hurt her by failing her and she didn't want to give him the chance to do it again. His ears fell as his expression morphed into one of desolation. Fennec had been his world. He'd never had to hide anything from her, and her blindness had made it so he wouldn't need to try even if he did. So, he wore his every truth, every feeling on his entire body. This feeling was sadness, and it didn't change when she added her last.

"I won't leave..." he muttered, uncertain what else to say except to subtly try to let her know that he wasn't going anywhere in hopes that it would help her to know that she shouldn't either.