"The eagle couldn't speak before. Physically, even. We had to learn together. I'm as much at fault for the...gaps in communication. I'm used to using words when they don't relate to me," a small, wry smile.
"I don't know how to change things. It's my den, Warren. My city. I've spent nearly all my life taking it, turning it into a safe place for wolves. I can't even picture myself being anywhere else for long."
"You still haven't answered... what makes it a cage," because that's the place he's seeing the opportunity.
He could point out a few other things, but he knows himself well enough to see those as less-useful avenues. The cage is the problem, either in practice... or perception.
"The choice to be with you. is a choice. If he doesn't view it as such. That? Is a problem. And that. makes anything a cage."
"Because if he wants to be with me, he has to give up a part of his freedom." But as he says it, it doesn't sound like the cage he'd felt certain it was. A cage doesn't offer options.
He considers how to put this and he quirks half of a smile as the idea comes to him. He makes sure he has Lark's eye as he answers.
"Being with anyone? Is giving up part of your freedom. Love. is chosen restraint. The reason you feel bad? Is that you're not sure. he knew how to read the fine print. before he signed the contract. And now? You're worried he has... let's call it buyer's remorse because of it."
He tilts his head back and forth.
"The fact is... there's always a line or two that gets skipped... when someone's reading a contract. Or loopholes that get left out. Or... well. You would know. Werewolf. Human. Supersoldier. Whatever and whoever. No one knows everything before they sign. Even me. Hence Daniel getting a gun on me.
"And that was constant surveillance. Studying everything he's ever done. Knowing him inside? And out." He reaches over and pats Lark's shoulder.
"You're gonna knock into the bars every once in a while. And so is he. As long as no one was hiding them behind a bush? On purpose? It's just... life. One man's cage? Is another man's fortress. It's all a matter... of perspective."
It's very clear that he got through to Lark. Usually Lark keeps those moments of revelation carefully hidden; he prefers people not know what he doesn't know. But Warren is pack, is his brother, and he is allowed.
"I... I need to follow up with you. But first I need to go find him. Okay?"
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"I don't know how to change things. It's my den, Warren. My city. I've spent nearly all my life taking it, turning it into a safe place for wolves. I can't even picture myself being anywhere else for long."
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He could point out a few other things, but he knows himself well enough to see those as less-useful avenues. The cage is the problem, either in practice... or perception.
"The choice to be with you. is a choice. If he doesn't view it as such. That? Is a problem. And that. makes anything a cage."
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"Why do I feel guilty if I haven't trapped him?"
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"Being with anyone? Is giving up part of your freedom. Love. is chosen restraint. The reason you feel bad? Is that you're not sure. he knew how to read the fine print. before he signed the contract. And now? You're worried he has... let's call it buyer's remorse because of it."
He tilts his head back and forth.
"The fact is... there's always a line or two that gets skipped... when someone's reading a contract. Or loopholes that get left out. Or... well. You would know. Werewolf. Human. Supersoldier. Whatever and whoever. No one knows everything before they sign. Even me. Hence Daniel getting a gun on me.
"And that was constant surveillance. Studying everything he's ever done. Knowing him inside? And out." He reaches over and pats Lark's shoulder.
"You're gonna knock into the bars every once in a while. And so is he. As long as no one was hiding them behind a bush? On purpose? It's just... life. One man's cage? Is another man's fortress. It's all a matter... of perspective."
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"I... I need to follow up with you. But first I need to go find him. Okay?"
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"I'll be here." Good or bad result.