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[Marco didn't even think twice before switching over to the branch but as Thatch took off the neckerchief, fear completely seized him.]

[For a second he forgot it was Thatch, that Thatch would never ever leave him if he asked it.]

[For a split second, Marco felt very much like a small child being abandoned in a forest like something out of a dark fairy tale.]

[It was a punishment, wasn't it?]

[For being too weak?]

[For not being strong enough?]

[For showing that weakness?]

[Complete and total fear and panic seized him as the neckerchief became a hood, like Thatch was saying goodbye.]

[Don'tgodon'tgodon'tgodon'tgodon'tgodon't ever leave me again!]

[He wanted to protest, to say something, to react, and he couldn't, too numb with fear.]

[And then it was gone and Thatch offered up his shoulder and Marco flew there so fast he might as well have teleported.]

[Stupid stupid stupid...]

[He couldn't breathe.]

[He didn't know why he'd even think that.]

[Of course Thatch wouldn't leave him if he asked.]

[It was Thatch.]

[Why?]

[Why had he even been scared?]

[But even now he's shaking.]

Thatch...

[It's a dark low whistle.] Something's very wrong with me.

[He can breathe again, but he can't begin to understand it.]

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