[It landed. It actually landed. He was expecting the other to stop him, like they've done in the past. He feels a sharp tug by the wrist and then he was suddenly pinned to the table. The smell of blood, something dripping onto his fur. Water? Blood? Mix of both. His quills are still lit up, still sparking as intensely as before. He is not dead for some reason.]
She talked you down again, didn't she? [Despite that hateful glare he was giving the other, they could probably feel his limb shaking. Out of anger? Fear? It's fear, but not at the other. Oh no, this fear has been here since the water started to rise.] But that isn't what you want. Is it? [Do it.]
I'm gonna just put potential Suicide Ideation moving forward.
She talked you down again, didn't she? [Despite that hateful glare he was giving the other, they could probably feel his limb shaking. Out of anger? Fear? It's fear, but not at the other. Oh no, this fear has been here since the water started to rise.] But that isn't what you want. Is it? [Do it.]