"Labor." It was an easy and time honored solution in the family. "Useful, exhausting, generally not what they want to be doing in the first place and effective enough to dissuade acting out without violence or whatever the hell you were pulling with Locus."
All that warmth and easy camaraderie offered to another guy from the gutter? Gone.
"So you call it discipline, I call it bullshit." Discipline? Discipline. It was impossible to take that at face value, not when he could remember so clearly that quiet sense of loss, that driving need to prove that he was worth something. That he wouldn't fail. Locus was his, was content, was loved but he could still look over any hour of the day and remember his profile. The soft murmur of his voice, so damn small.
I don't know what I did wrong.
"You owned him. You don't play headgames with your hawks- and you don't let something like that get you all the way to an actual auction, let alone put them on the block. You know what happens to the ones that don't get sold because they've been labeled unstable."
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All that warmth and easy camaraderie offered to another guy from the gutter? Gone.
"So you call it discipline, I call it bullshit." Discipline? Discipline. It was impossible to take that at face value, not when he could remember so clearly that quiet sense of loss, that driving need to prove that he was worth something. That he wouldn't fail. Locus was his, was content, was loved but he could still look over any hour of the day and remember his profile. The soft murmur of his voice, so damn small.
I don't know what I did wrong.
"You owned him. You don't play headgames with your hawks- and you don't let something like that get you all the way to an actual auction, let alone put them on the block. You know what happens to the ones that don't get sold because they've been labeled unstable."