[He glances back at the forest's deepness with a shudder.]
[He can feel too much of the pull, and he hates it.]
[But that it scares him... is something he must fight.]
[And to go away is to run away, not to fight it.]
[He trembles and glances up at the other man.]
Don't leave me.
[And grabs the neckerchief with his beak.]
[There are few things that truly scare Marco, and far fewer he will admit out loud with his pride, with his job of being the strong one everyone can rely on, but he's scared now.]
[He doesn't know what he wants. Whether he wants to go back, or deeper, to face it alone, or not, but he doesn't want to leave Thatch unless Thatch makes him.]
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[To face it alone....]
[Is he even strong enough?]
[He never thinks so.]
[Maybe it's not about strength.]
[Maybe Thatch just wants to be asked.]
[He glances back at the forest's deepness with a shudder.]
[He can feel too much of the pull, and he hates it.]
[But that it scares him... is something he must fight.]
[And to go away is to run away, not to fight it.]
[He trembles and glances up at the other man.]
Don't leave me.
[And grabs the neckerchief with his beak.]
[There are few things that truly scare Marco, and far fewer he will admit out loud with his pride, with his job of being the strong one everyone can rely on, but he's scared now.]
[He doesn't know what he wants. Whether he wants to go back, or deeper, to face it alone, or not, but he doesn't want to leave Thatch unless Thatch makes him.]