Disinterested. That's what he looked like to her. Callous, uncaring. Bumblestar wanted to rake her claws down his face and
force him to react.
She didn't even know how to put her answer into words. They came with feelings that didn't have descriptions: uncertainty and unfamiliarity, the desire to be
closer, terror at the thought of losing her, all mingled into something without a name. Something
she couldn't name, at least.
"She's the one thing keeping me grounded after everything that I've had to do." It didn't feel specific enough, but Bumblestar didn't know how else to say it.
"I have never… I’ve never asked for ANYTHING from you! I’ve done what the others before me couldn't, 'n I've taken what you’ve given without demandin’ more, but I’m demandin’ now. I’m bringin’ her back.”
[ @
BEAR. ]