Jag cradles his mate, looking like he actually cares for the first time in his life. I glance back at Niki as he tries to help her, "He changed her. She's a hybrid now."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Jag comes down and sits at my side, pale-faced and worry-stricken. Sighing, I wrap an arm casually around his shoulders and assure him things will be alright. To which he nods, faces forward, and nods again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
For according to the trollish philosopher Plateau, "if you wants to understan' an enemy, you gotta walk a mile in his shoes. Den, if he's still your enemy, at least you're a mile away and he's got no shoes." — A Blink of the Screen by Terry Pratchett