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I awoke in the wake of his Destruction, taking the reigns before he could hurt anyone. I held him tight against
my chest, he was technically still asleep. But I could feel him almost clawing at my chest, howling at me like a
feral, wounded animal.
It’s difficult to smother something so overpowering. Something so full of rage. I don’t remember why I- He-,
no, we, were so upset. What ever happened is long gone, scared by the rapid change. I begin to look around, to
access the damage. My poor plants have been harmed in a volatile display of rage. Their smashed pots lay at
their feet.
Still, they are alive. Resilient little things. I go to pick up the nearest broom, and begin to get the place orderly.
This is my fault. This is not my fault. This was my fault. Deep down i know its me, but I do not remember it.
It’s like a different person.
He’s not a bad person, I swear. He just wants to protect us. He not just angry, he’s just as easily excited or
scared. All blinding, fast emotions. Our dress has been ripped and clawed. This was always his favorite.
I wish I knew what happened.